Crazy Day

There are more transitions going on at the Wilson household. Gone are the glory days of Emily staying home with me while I work. Gone are the glory days of her sleeping from 7:30 to 7:30 and taking two 2 hour naps everyday with no fuss. Yesterday she decided that she wasn't going to take a nap at all and this morning she woke up at 5:00 a.m.! She's been hit or miss on her morning naps which I knew would be going away some day . . . I just didn't count on them going so quickly. So I'm going to transition Emily to one nap in the afternoons. And as of today she will go to Janelle's house and stay there 3 mornings a week so I can work and I will continue to work during her afternoon nap. We'll see how this goes.

I must say I'm a little sad because I wasn't quite ready to do this, but as I'm soon learning children have a way of growing up and changing on you : )

I do have a couple of random pictures to share. There is a funny story with my family that we love to talk about. We give my dad a hard time about it but do it with love and laughter. My dad has the reputation of being a big procrastinator. He used to always go shopping for Christmas on Christmas Eve at the 11th hour. He also used to start getting his taxes together on April 15th and would be one of the crazy people that the postal service stayed open for until midnight on tax day. I must admit that he has gotten better over the years. Anyway, one year when we were all still little kids my dad bought my mom's Christmas present at Big B which is the equivalent of Walgreens or Rite-Aid today. He bought her a bright shiny red purse . . . which is hysterical! We still laugh about it all the time.

This year my sister and I found a red purse at Belk's and wanted to buy it for my mom until we discovered that it was $188.00. Here is a picture of the purse. Tell me . . . who in the world would spend $188 on any purse . . . much less this purse:

Here is another picture of Emily in Sunday school. Looks like she likes puppy dogs more than the Bible that Keenan and Amelia are holding (woops):
And finally . . . my niece Sarah lost her first tooth Friday night. She pulled it out all by herself and said that it did not hurt at all. She wanted to put her tooth in a sandwich bag to make sure it didn't get lost when the tooth fairy came to visit: