had a hard day this week, so i sat down on the bed and just started sobbing. emma crawled into my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck and said, "it's ok, mommy, everything's going to be perfect; daddy's going to be home soon!" i started laughing so hard i couldn't even remember why i was crying. thanks, emma.

emma was making me dinner with her play dishes and play kitchen. she stirred some stuff in a pot and then put it in the microwave and said, "ok, now you have to wait two months!" i started laughing because i'm pretty sure she meant two minutes, so i asked, "two months?" emma looked at me very seriously and said, "yes, mom. you have to be patient."

max woke up early from his nap today, and i wasn't feeling very well, so i put on a movie for him so i could rest for a little bit on the couch. unfortunately, max had other plans. his favorite thing to do right now is to "play baseball" (hit a large bouncy ball with a wiffle-ball bat). he kept pleading with me to play baseball with him, and i kept trying to explain that i didn't feel well and needed to rest. finally, i just ignored him and closed my eyes figuring he'd get the idea and let me rest. instead, he picked up the bouncy ball and threw it in my face from about a foot away. i opened my eyes to see his face right in front of mine. "MOM! WAKE UP! I. WANT. TO. PLAY. BASEBALL!" ok, ok, i'm up, i'm up. little stink.