March 2nd, 1994

Here’s an entry from my Mother’s Journal dated March 2nd, 1994. Emma was 1 ½ yrs old:

Emma was a riot at Playtime Pals today. She was gabbing away and literally running from one activity to the next. She wanted me to participate in everything with her. “Mommy have sticks, too,” she would say. At one point she wanted to walk in between two mothers to get a ball that had caught her eye. To their great surprise she said “excuse me,” before squeezing by. No wonder all the moms at Playtime Pals refer to her as “Miss Emma.”

Later in the evening she proved herself a master manipulator. It was getting close to bedtime and she wanted to go use the computer. Mommy flatly said no, but daddy was waffling. “Love you, Dad,” she said. It worked!