Thursday, February 11, 2010

best seat in the house.

It always fascinates me when my children do quirky little things. Things that aren't uniform. Things that make them...well, THEM. This is Emory Anne's favorite chair. It is not comfortable. It is old and somewhat rickety. It was my chair when I was little. And it sits right next to a big, comfy, oversized chair. If I haven't seen Emory for a few minutes, I know where to find her. She usually goes and gets a "treasure" to take with her to her chair. You know, to examine, while she sits quietly. I'm not sure what is cuter; watching her climb into the chair (it takes her a good minute) or watching her sitting there, so observant and ladylike.

Retreiving her "treasure" (her shoe)



Oops. Dropped the treasure. (I love all the polka dots in this picture)



Finally, made it to the chair.




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