Dentists and Motorcycles

Emerson had another dental check up this week, and got another, totally awesome shirt as a member of the no-cavity club. He has at least half a dozen of these. And wears them proudly!

What's most interesting about this successful trip to the dentist though, was when Emerson told his hygienist that his Daddy likes to drink beer and watch hockey games. As Jason was sitting right beside him.
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As the school year comes to a close, lots of Emerson's school work has been coming home in his backpack. Loads of cool artwork, math activities, and Emerson-authored-and-illustrated books, including this gem. This page is one of four in a book where Emerson tells his story about when he went to the monster truck show with Jason, as well as few friends and their Dads.

"My Dad went poty wen the modrsickols came out. The monster trucks did a race."

Yes, apparently right before the show kicked off with a motorcycle race, nature called for Jason. A critical part of Emerson's plot to this story. I understand the drawing to be Jason and the door to the bathroom.
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Emerson is clearly Jason's biggest fan...and staunchest critic. A boy and his Dad.

Our little graduate

Emerson graduated from Ready, Set, Grow's Kindergarten program last night, cap, gown, diploma, and all! Each child got a turn at the microphone to talk about something the class accomplished. Emerson talked about the class visit to the pumpkin farm. They sang us a few songs, including a really loud, and synchronized, "Let It Go" from Frozen!

This sweet boy has learned so much this year. We couldn't be prouder.

Sixth from the right...khaki pants. I really didn't believe him that everyone else would be wearing shorts.

Emerson and his best buddy, Will. One of these children couldn't get his gown off and cap backward fast enough.

You have a very bright future, Emerson Rex. You make us SO happy, and SO proud.

This fall, he'll start in the Kindergarten program at St. Matthew. Onward and upward!

All that I am...

All that I am...or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.   

Truer words never spoken. She was an angel here well before she was an angel there. 

 

Scarlet can "count"!

Scarlet can count! It goes a little something like "6, 5, n, 9, 10." But she's pretty close! And 21 months last week!

Emersonisms - April-ish edition

I missed the month of April by a couple days. These little nuggets are well worth sharing late.
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Following a few sequential 6pm yawns.

Me: "Em, are you tired?"
Emerson: "No, I'm just exhausted. I didn't have any time to rest today."

Remember when you had the tough life of a 5 1/2 year old?
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Emerson: "Mom, do you have to be naked when you die?"

This was unprompted. Seriously, can't make this stuff up.