Daily Drorbaugh: The New Emma

Monday, March 9, 2009

The New Emma

On Saturday Emma and I enjoyed a Mommy-Daughter Date. I took her to a salon for her first pedicure and haircut. Here she is getting her toes painted.

And here she is getting her hair cut and styled.

After I took all her pictures and she was admiring herself in the mirror she asked me if I could put the pictures on my blog and type in the words "The new Emma." Thus my title. That's my girl...already designing blog pages! SO here's she is...the new Emma. And oh yeah, I got my hair cut too. It's not a great picture to see what it looks like but it doesn't matter because my hair will never look like this again. You know how you get your hair cut and they style it so cute for you and then you go home and wash it and it's like, "how the heck did they get it to look like that?" So I'll take another picture in a couple days when I figure out how to style it myself.

4 comments:

Jamie Wilkinson said...: Sexy mama...I love the new hair. Yours and Emma's. Did she love the pedicure? I can't wait until Lily's old enough for mani/pedi days; March 9, 2009 at 8:58 AM
Catherine said...: Too cute if I say so myself! I am rather jealous of the new do. I want to cut my hair so much!; March 9, 2009 at 10:53 AM
Christy Anna said...: I love it Amy. I will show you how to style it like that way again. I have pomaide from whn my hair was that short you can have.; March 9, 2009 at 11:09 AM
kelleen said...: I love it-you pull off that style so well! Emma's is super cute too. Sounds like a fun day.; March 10, 2009 at 11:18 AM

Emma, "I like Rococo way better than Baroque. Maybe I'll be a famous painter and bring a new Rococo Renaissance to Utah!"

Eli (while looking at the grocery ads) exclaims, "What?! Yogurt is a dollar more than the Son of Baconator!"

Emma: "If world peace was only $3 I'd totally buy it. I don't know why everybody wants world peace anyway."

My brother only sits on me when I ask him to. Emma

Let me preface this one with the fact that I always buy wheat bread for my kids and one day David brought home a loaf of white for the kids to try.
Emma, "This white bread makes my sandwich taste like nothing." That's my girl.

Eli, "Mom what if I'm too shy to get married when I'm old?"
Mom, "Don't worry, you won't be shy when you're older."
Eli, "But what if I am?"
Mom, "Then you can find a girl who's shy to marry and you can be shy together."
Eli, "Oh...ok."

Emma, "Mom you have to listen to this awesome song, it rocks me all the time."

Eli, sobbing after getting his first bloody nose, "Mom, what if all the blood runs out of me, will there be any left?"

Emma, "Isn't it funny how the older dogs get the less cute they are?"

Mom, "What did you learn in church today?"
Eli, "I learned about Jesus and gold fish and animal crackers and fruit snacks."
Emma, "I want to be in Jr. Primary again."

Eli, "Mommy, I like Maylee now." (Maylee was 5 months old when he said this).

Emma, "Can you pause now so I can talk?"

Mom, "She doesn't know what Lent is."
Emma, "Yes I do! It's little pieces of black fuzzy stuff!"

Emma, "MOOOOOM, my toothbrush tastes like deodorant!"

Emma, "I'm going to pause my wonderness now,"

Mom, "Eli, go wake your Daddy up," Eli, "I can't, he's crunky to me in the morning."

Dad, "Don't lick things with brown stuff on them, as a general rule."

Emma, "Half-naked is my favorite kind of naked."