Welcome to what most meals look like at our house. Notice how Emmaline just stirs her food, waiting for us to be distracted by something, so she can make it look like she's eating. Usually this does not take long, as Ian, her accomplice is always trying to sneak out of his chair.

David prepared the world famous "Farina Spaghetti Sauce" last weekend, and Emmaline helped us for the first time. Now David has two Chef de Partie! I was in charge of all the garlic, and Emmaline was asked to take care of the parsley.


Of course, a lot of the parsley went into Emmaline's mouth instead of the bowl. She loves parsley!

Emmaline was playing with one of my crochet hooks she found while cleaning under her bed this morning when she turned to me and said, "Mom, I'm a hooker!"

After recovering from the shock of the statement and turning to see she held a crochet hook in her hand, I chuckled and said, "Go tell your father that!". Which she did.

David almost had a heart attack, then laughed, then told her, "You're a crochet girl, not a hooker, honey. Let's go with Crochet Girl."


And there's our "Crochet Girl" with her crochet hook. Typical photo product with Emmaline. The concept of being still is utterly unknown to her.