An ‘Emma’ kind of day

My daughter Robyn and the grandgirls have arrived, and we’ve been busy, busy, busy.  Didn’t figure I’d post until they headed back to Chicago, but today was one of those days that I just couldn’t resist telling about.  Emma may be getting older, but today proved she still has a ‘wild child’ streak in her.  Of course, her escapades today involved both Phoebe and Avery (the grandgirls).

The day started out innocently enough with a hearty scrambled eggs and blueberry bread breakfast.  Then the girls headed over to the Junior Ranger yurt to have their first training session.  Avery, aged 7 1/2, is most interested in becoming a certified junior ranger.  Phoebe, almost 6, not so much. 

The plan was for them to come back, have lunch, and then we’d head for the beach for the afternoon.  We had lunch, they got their swimsuits on, and waited outside while I brought Emma back into the rig.  Then Phoebe came back in to ask me a question, and left the door open as she went out.  I couldn’t quite get to the door quick enough before Emma saw her portal to freedom.  Yep, she literally flew out the door and was on her way down the road. 

                                               (All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth)

Then all of us, excluding Phoebe, were on a mad dash down the road to try to retrieve Emma.  Eventually we caught up to her, and Avery said, “Wow, that was sure a ‘quick’ walk for Emma!”  Ha!  Seemed like an eternity for me, but was probably only about three minutes.

Earlier in the day, Avery had taken quite a liking to a hand crocheted necklace that I had hanging on my refrigerator.  It was given to me by some fellow volunteers about five years ago.  It has that little woven basket at the bottom, and contained a little black stone that I was told was an Indian Tear.  (It actually may have been called a Navaho Tear, but I can’t remember for sure.)  Avery was just thrilled as I told her she could have it.  She wore it all day, and told everyone she met about it.

Then this evening as we were having a ‘hang-out’ on Robyn’s phone with my oldest son, Daniel, Avery showed the necklace to him and took out the tiny Indian Tear stone that she was so proud of.  It somehow popped out of her hand and dropped to the ground.  At the time, we were making some melted chocolate and marshmallow treats over an open fire, and Emma’s nose was working overtime.  I’m sure she figured the little stone was a treat.  You’ve probably guessed, that as we all grabbed for the stone, Emma licked it up and swallowed it before our very eyes!  Avery was devastated, and was afraid I would be mad that she had lost that special stone.  Well, I could only look at the situation and just laugh out loud.  It was just so comical to watch as Emma innocently swallowed, and couldn’t figure out why we all had our hands in her mouth. 

Now, here’s my dilemma.  Do I try to sift through you know what to try to retrieve that precious stone for my grandgirl??? 

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy