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Monday, July 2, 2012

Moooo

I breastfeed. I believe in it and am committed to it. I'm not convinced I'll match the 2+ years I breastfed Olivia, but I'll keep it up as long as I can. But it's a pain sometimes.
Olivia watched me pump for the first time the other day. Not surprisingly, she had a lot of questions about what was happening, which I answered honestly. The day after our conversation, she came into the room while I was pumping again. She told me, "I'm going to pretend you are a cow." I said that was fine. She grabbed a book, sat down beside me, and said, "I'll read to you, Cow." 
Thanks for helping me pass the time...uh, Calf.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Special?

As I fed Evie on the couch in the playroom yesterday, I overheard Olivia talking as she played with her toys. She has a karaoke machine that has a picture of a crowd of babies (to perform for, of course). She sat in front of the machine and pointed to each baby as she said (quietly), "You are special, you are special, you are not special, you are special, you are not special, you are not special, you are special," etc. I was unable to see across the room as to who the "not-specials" were so I couldn't find any rhyme or reason, but I'm wondering if I need to be worried...
At lunch the other day-
Me: Olivia, take your feet off the table.  (For the twelfth time)
O: Why?
Me: Because they have germs on them and I don't want them on the table. Also, because I'm the mom and you're the little girl. Your job is to obey me.
O: Why?
Me: Because God said. He said, "Kids, obey your parents."
O: I didn't hear him say that.

Baby!

Welcome, Evangeline Grace! We are so blessed to have another healthy, beautiful baby girl. 
We love you so much!


Saturday, April 21, 2012

As you wiiiiiiiiiiish...


Does anyone still check this? I'm sorry to have neglected this for so long. My nesting instinct is in full force, rivaled only by my desire to sleep. Contradictory? Perhaps. All that to say, with my free time divided equally between finishing projects and snoozing, I've had little time (energy? desire?) to post. With that, I give you an extremely random post about my princess...and Princess Bride. 
We are growing out Olivia's bangs. For a long time, I had them trimmed often and I loved the short bangs and the cropped hair which was pretty adorable.
But last summer, something in me felt the need to start growing them out - mostly because I thought with the rest of her hair so short, it would be easiest for her bangs to catch up at this stage. Also, two-year-olds look cuter with their longish-growing-out-bangs clipped back in a barrette than a seven-year-old does, in my opinion (the age I started growing them out).
When Pie wakes up in the morning, her bangs in her eyes make it impossible to see, or do anything, really. That means before we go downstairs to have breakfast or do anything, we throw on a headband or I pull her top half of hair back into a pony so that her bangs don't drag into her food. On a side note, the growing out thing is quite frustrating because all the little baby hairs under her long bangs are becoming thick enough to look like real bangs, which means even with the regular bangs are grown out, we'll be already working on growing out the next layer. Geesh. The other morning at breakfast, I was watching Olivia in her headband, long bangs flopping over it, blueberry syrup casting a mustache-like appearance, when I had the thought that she resembled someone other than herself. Then I realized who she reminded me of: Cary Elwes of Princess Bride! I snapped a few pictures and compared them with googled images of Princess Bride and, what do ya know, my far-out idea was confirmed! What do you think? Wesley?
      

Thursday, March 8, 2012

The other day after picking Olivia up from Auntie Nicki's after daycare, Pie and I had our usual chat about what she did that day -- who she played with, what they did, what she ate, if she was kind to others, etc. Then Olivia said, "Mom, I'm going to tell you something." I was anticipating some sort of confession.
"What? I like when you tell me things."
"I'm going to tell you something I did at Auntie Nicki's."
"Okay, you can tell me," as we pulled up to a red light.
"I'll tell you when the light changes green."
Whaaaat? "Okay, but it just turned red so it's going to be a while."
We sat through the entire light cycle. She said not a word. When I finally got the green arrow, she smiled and happily said, "I played downstairs with Anna. We played with dolls."
Wow. I'm glad she waited those three minutes to tell me...
Driving north on 169 the other day-
Olivia: I went there with Daddy yesterday!
Me: Where?
Olivia: That yellow place!
Me: Oh...McDonalds.

She used to know those famous golden arches...well, they were "Old McDonalds." I guess it's a good thing that she can't remember what that yellow place is called anymore.