Our Emma, the cellist

 
We had our friend David over for lunch and he played some lovely pieces for us and let Emma play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. Now any old stick is her violin and another will do for a bow. First chair, here we come! 

Here you go, Mom!

  

Happy birthday to me.

  

At the airport.

  

Easter Swingin'

  

Oma and her omelets.

  

A few of my favorite things.

  

Gone braid.

  

Emma feeding ducks.

  

Bea watching Emma feeding ducks.

  

Head-lock

  

Sisters, sisters, there were never such devoted sisters.

  

A Lesson in the Definite and Indefinite Articles

Emma lost the father figure to one of her doll-house collections. When she asked dad to help her find “the daddy,” as she calls him, dad answered (rather reasonably, he thought), “But I’m the daddy, and I’m right here.” Emma was very patient as she corrected her father: “You’re not the daddy, you’re a daddy. I need you to find the daddy.” The daddy, as it turned out, was on holiday, as he is sometimes wont to do, inside the stereo sub-woofer.

My dad says I'm ugly.

  

The Gap

 
Bea's top front teeth are coming in and lo and behold, she has a very healthy gap in between. We attribute this to her grandparents as Nana, Papa and Oma all have some form of a gap too. Thanks a lot! 

Bea, 22 March AD 2006

  

Bea performing her Pentecostal self-healing.

  

Content at last.

  

unhappy Bea

  

potty-mouth

Emma's learning how to go on the potty so we thought we'd try out the ones up on the campus of UD. Annie was in the stall with her and after giving it the old college try, Emma took a brief inventory of her environment and asked, "What is this place?"