Emmie Jane stories

This morning, Emmie Jane was running around with a container of fruity Cheerie-O's. She stopped in the middle of the living room, looked at me for a second. And then she threw them all up in the air. She smiled, looked at me again, and said, "I made mess."

Yesterday we were drawing on the sidewalk with chalk. I was drawing SpongeBob Square Pants, and Gregory was attempting to draw toys he saw on Toy Story. Emmie Jane was scribbling here and there, all the while pausing after a couple of scribbles to look at me, point at her scribbles, and say, "Niiiice."