What I Miss...

I'm sure this will be the first in a series of posts, but I want a record of what I miss from our house...


I miss Emerson helping me do laundry.  She'd hear the buzzer go off and she'd run into the "new room" with me to help.  One day she beat me in there and when I walked in, this is what I found:  she'd put two dirty towels from the floor in the washer and she'd emptied the lint off the dryer and was walking towards the garbage can with it.  Obviously she was no amateur.

I miss looking around for Emerson only to realize she was already up the stairs.  "I go upstairs, Mommy."

I miss her playing with her tent in the big bedroom.

I miss her jumping in her crib, even though I hated when she did it.

I miss her rocking on her rocking lion and demanding that I or Jesse rock in the chair beside her.  She'd point out the shapes on her lion and point out that I didn't have shapes.  She'd say she loved her lion.

I miss seeing Emerson asleep in her crib, holding Dolly tight.

I miss watching Emerson stand in front of our TV watching Doc McStuffins, while holding on to her own Doc bag full of necessary equipment.

I miss Emerson jumping on the couch, even though I always told her "TZ DOWN!"

I miss rocking Eliot on the front porch swing by myself while Jesse took Emerson to bed.  I especially miss the times that a friend or family member would visit during that time.

I miss that moment at 8:30 when Bubble Guppies ends and Emerson says, "It's night night time!" and heads up the stairs on her own.

I miss lying on the couch with my entire family.

I miss seeing Eliot in the nap nanny, happy as can be, no matter where we stuck him.

I miss Emerson sitting at her little table in the living room while eating her breakfast and watching TV.

I miss poor Moe getting chased around the house by Emerson, always ending up under our bed for safety.