Here's why I'm tired:

I have been feeling so tired lately I haven't taken many pictures. And when I do try to take some, Emma covers her face and tells me to put the camera away. Here she is hiding her face in the tball team picture. That's me in the back holding her!

2007 Southside Sentinel Headliners
Sharon, Linton, Pierce, Joseph, Terry(hiding), Abigail, Kate and Emma, Sarah Paige, Courtney, Nicholas, Katie and Peyton in the grass.

Today I took Emma to the state fair. I forgot my camera. I had the feeling I had forgotten something this morning, but at the time I figured it was Libby I was missing. I think Emma rode every ride there, including a $5 pony ride. I led the pony and it nipped at my leg every tenth step or so. I spent the entire time bracing myself to be attacked by a pony so I have no idea if Emma enjoyed it! She and her friend Ashtyn got $5 balloon fish on sticks that Emma used to annoy her friend on the way home. Emma also threw a tantrum in McDonalds because Ashtyn got on the potty first! They were actually pushing each other. They did have a great time, though! The giggled together on the rides and shared some snacks. Life is never dull with 3 year olds around!

Tomorrow is our last tball game. I told Emma tonight that tomorrow is Saturday and Saturday means tball! She whined and said she didn't want to play that anymore! Perfect.
At preschool, she has gymnastics on Tuesdays and Kindermusic on Thursdays. She doesn't tell me much about Kindermusic, but she shows me all her new tricks on Tuesdays. She can do a summersault, a bridge, and the butterfly. She uses words like straddle, and point and flex! She is so big.
Libby is getting too big too fast. She loves her baby food, and sits at the table with us for meals. She laughs and gets so excited her arms and legs flail and it shakes her whole body and head. I don't want to forget that. She thinks peek-a-boo is hilarious, and when I bring her into the bathroom upstairs she smiles and flails her legs and arms in anticipation of bathime. When I peek over her crib in the morning, she smiles at me and sighs. Her hair is growing back in . . . and it's still red. I think of her as my last baby and it makes me sad . . . and at the same time I feel so blessed. It's all too good to be true.