It’s been a whirlwind of a May so far! Between Mother’s Day last weekend and my daughter’s 10th birthday today… we celebrated our 14th wedding anniversary!

My hubby’s been asking why I haven’t posted anything about our trip last week to Toronto! Why I haven’t mentioned anything about shopping at Anthropologie or the $$ I put down on makeup from the Benefit counter at Holt Renfrew in Bloor-Yorkville or about our delicious dinner at Massimo Capra’s restaurant Mistura or any blurb about seeing the Jersey Boys Musical?!  Not even a sentence or two about our wonderful night at the Westin Harbour Castle… 🙂 I was unplugged for 24 hours and barely a photo was taken. It was a nice break from reality. I’m sure I’ll tell you more later.

Until I do… it’s all about my little girl!! 🙂 She turned 10 today. 10 – WOW! I now have 2 kids that are in the double digits.

Emma arrived on Wednesday, May 17th, 2000 just shortly after 8pm. My big sis and my mom were out for her birth, Emma was a bit stubborn and arrived a week late and a day before my sister flew home to BC.  (At midnight on the 16th – after being there all day already – the nurses gave me a sleeping pill, to allow me to rest and to stop the contractions. They were short nurses and didn’t have the staff to induce me through the night, plus my doc had been up for 30 some odd hours straight delivering… spring time is a busy baby time!)

Emma weighed in at 8 lbs 8 oz with chubby cheeks and lots of dark hair. I had three names with me going into delivery – Emma, Hannah and Madison. In the middle of my labour my mom leans in and says, “I don’t like Hannah!” I’m like… “What?! … puff puff pant pant… huh??” said with heavy breathing noises. Even after I picked her name it took me a while to see her as an Emma – I almost changed her name to Madison a few weeks later. But she is Emma = “Nursemaid”, that is the definition I found and it fits her to a T.

Emma didn’t talk much as a toddler; she has always had a quiet demeanor. I taught her sign language around 8 months old; the first word was “more”. She learned quickly how to say things with her hands and therefore didn’t need her voice. When she did talk, it didn’t make much sense. We called it, “Emmaese”. She was 2 ½ before she really opened up and talked. It was so cute the way she asked for cookies – “Tooties”.