Time goes WAY to FAST...or life gets WAY to BUSY??? Either way I have missed writing and missed many months. So here is to another try at writing.
What has happened? Baby C is no longer a little baby anymore. He grew out of his food allergies (I am hoping forever!) and since then he has gained 6 lbs in really less than two months! He is making up for all his lost time with dairy. This little guy LOVES his sippy cup with milk. I however think I am now allergic to all dairy :) but really since I stopped using rice and almond milk...I have broken out in hives and goodness it is driving me NUTS!
He can say dada, mama, nana, papa, banana, apple, da (dog), qack (duck/quack), ball or a ball, bird is like bwir. He LOVES animals. I have never met a human being who loves animals as much as this little guy does. He just walks right up to big dogs, little dogs and sticks that little hand out hoping it will get licked. It is so funny, he just giggles. He loves bugs crawling on the ground and will point them out to you.
He loves digging in the dirt, eating the dirt, dipping his fruit bars in the dirt and then eating them...even if there is a poky from nana and papa's tree stuck in the now dipped in dirt fruit bar. He loves to steal his sisters shovel, he now loves throwing the dirt from the shovel behind him...so beware! He loves rocks, he loves picking papa's unripe tomatoes off the vine after pointing and walking up to while repeating, "a ball or baw" and then throwing them.
He loves shoes, wearing big shoes and walking quite well with both of them on. He loves hats and always has...from the day he was born until maybe three or four months he would only sleep with his little hospital beanie on. He loves putting on daddy's baseball hats and giggling since it covers his whole face. The other day Miss A and I were playing dress up and got hats on...well he thought he needed one too and came running over to us giggling and tried to steal our hats...then got mad when neither of us would give up our girly hats...so we found one for him.
He loves dancing with us. He loves his big sister so much even if they sometimes don't get along. He could go down in history for the most times fallen and getting bruised. This little man has been the most wobbly boy no most wobbly baby in the WORLD! We think it is because his feet and so much smaller then his head :) But hey he is growing into them. I have learned with him that it is okay to get hurt our Father in Heaven made babes heads strong and cushy so they can fall and get up again. I try to give thanks every time this little guy falls and doesn't get a bump or bruise.
He is learning he can push, hit, and still loves to throw himself backwards when he is really mad. I am praying he will end that stage REALLY quick. He tried to run before he could walk, he is one determined little guy. He hops back up after he gets hurt and does the exact same thing...I'm going with the idea that he wants to try to master his mistake.
He loves watching his daddy play softball and baseball. He gets out of the car clapping when he sees that we are at daddy's softball game. If there is anything round, to baby C it is a ball. I love going to the grocery store and right as we walk in he sees the produce and gets all excited and says while pointing over and over again "ball".
I know that is a lot for one post...but I haven't written in a LONG TIME!!!!!!!
Monday, August 24, 2015
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Ten Months Old!
What is baby C doing now?
-Crawling
-Says and knows dada, mama or momom, ada, nana, papa, yaya, gaga, baba
-Loves to yell talk
-Waves his hands side to side while facing the ground when he really likes something
-Gives high fives and loves doing it
-Pulling himself up to everything he can
-Today he actually let go and stood twice by himself...he wants to move SO bad...and thinks he can!
-He is a very determined little guy- he keeps going until he can figure it out
-He loves and I mean LOVES the little fisher price piano that Miss A got when she turned one (thanks Sam!) he plays with it all day...when he is wanting to be down on the ground. Pulls himself up, dances, falls down while trying to manuver his way to the back of the piano, cries, gets back up, pinches his fingers once or twice while standing and turning the pages, gets super mad, yells, and then once they are out he is back to the beginning.
-He discovered he can do the head bob, whenever he hears music his dance begins
-He loves music
-He loves cheerios
-He loves food, he eats and eats and eats
-He doesn't like to sleep
-He definitely doesn't like to nap...I always wondered what I would do if we ever had a child that wouldn't nap...I thought there has to be something that can work..........nope, tried them all, nothing has worked so far.
-He loves and I mean LOVES to cuddle. If we would let him cuddle with us all night long he would.
-He loves papas pen in his pocket. He checks for it everytime papa comes around
-He loves peek-a-boo, pat a cake, five speckeled frogs, the incy wincy spider, jingle bells (especially when Miss A sings it)
-He loves when prayers are said, I think it is pretty funny. He always starts to laugh when we start to say prayers.
-He loves to pull your face and hair
-Loves the vac, anything loud really
-Loves watching wheels go around
-Laughs when you open or walk by a computer
-He loves to take toys away from Miss A, especially if she has just taken them from him
-Hates diaper changes
-Allergic to dairy and soy
-Weighs 16.2 lbs
-Head is in the 50th percentile :)
-Loves to be outside
-Loves to smile!
We sure love this little guy
-Crawling
-Says and knows dada, mama or momom, ada, nana, papa, yaya, gaga, baba
-Loves to yell talk
-Waves his hands side to side while facing the ground when he really likes something
-Gives high fives and loves doing it
-Pulling himself up to everything he can
-Today he actually let go and stood twice by himself...he wants to move SO bad...and thinks he can!
-He is a very determined little guy- he keeps going until he can figure it out
-He loves and I mean LOVES the little fisher price piano that Miss A got when she turned one (thanks Sam!) he plays with it all day...when he is wanting to be down on the ground. Pulls himself up, dances, falls down while trying to manuver his way to the back of the piano, cries, gets back up, pinches his fingers once or twice while standing and turning the pages, gets super mad, yells, and then once they are out he is back to the beginning.
-He discovered he can do the head bob, whenever he hears music his dance begins
-He loves music
-He loves cheerios
-He loves food, he eats and eats and eats
-He doesn't like to sleep
-He definitely doesn't like to nap...I always wondered what I would do if we ever had a child that wouldn't nap...I thought there has to be something that can work..........nope, tried them all, nothing has worked so far.
-He loves and I mean LOVES to cuddle. If we would let him cuddle with us all night long he would.
-He loves papas pen in his pocket. He checks for it everytime papa comes around
-He loves peek-a-boo, pat a cake, five speckeled frogs, the incy wincy spider, jingle bells (especially when Miss A sings it)
-He loves when prayers are said, I think it is pretty funny. He always starts to laugh when we start to say prayers.
-He loves to pull your face and hair
-Loves the vac, anything loud really
-Loves watching wheels go around
-Laughs when you open or walk by a computer
-He loves to take toys away from Miss A, especially if she has just taken them from him
-Hates diaper changes
-Allergic to dairy and soy
-Weighs 16.2 lbs
-Head is in the 50th percentile :)
-Loves to be outside
-Loves to smile!
We sure love this little guy
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Seven Months Old!
Seven Months have flown right by! This little man is getting bigger every day! This little man has stolen our hearts that is for sure. It is funny to me how different Baby C and Miss A are. They look almost identical but their big personalities are their own.
-Rolling Rolling Rolling! He loves rolling all over not thinking where he might be going! Miss A sometimes gets upset when he starts to roll into her toys, but most of the time I hear giggles and laughs especially when Baby C rolls into her.
-He eats and eats and eats. He loves his food! He has tried pears, apples, sweet potatoes, squash, and bananas. He is pretty little for his age...except his head...hopefully he will grow into it! :) He weighs 15lbs 15oz and is 25 inches long.
Miss A and her Sayings
Funny Quotes by Miss A
Tonight we had our movie night. After the movie Miss A picked up my phone and said, "Oh, look at the time, i better get to bed".
"Daddy don't you know you love to play with me?"
"It is cool that Mimi can talk to Clementine"
Talking to grandpa she said, "I want you to come visit me." He told her she should come visit them. She said, "I don't like flying"
"Here's the deal mommy."
"Okay, this is what I am thinking..."
"I want to ask you a question..." followed by a statement.
Feeds baby C
"I'll Say"
"Holy Smokey"
While I ran upstairs to grab an ingredient, I hear "Mommy do I put the applesauce with the wet ingredients?"
"It's okay, your big sister is here."
"Don't put that in your mouth...to little"
"Let's Play!"
Tonight we had our movie night. After the movie Miss A picked up my phone and said, "Oh, look at the time, i better get to bed".
"Daddy don't you know you love to play with me?"
"It is cool that Mimi can talk to Clementine"
Talking to grandpa she said, "I want you to come visit me." He told her she should come visit them. She said, "I don't like flying"
"Here's the deal mommy."
"Okay, this is what I am thinking..."
"I want to ask you a question..." followed by a statement.
Feeds baby C
"I'll Say"
"Holy Smokey"
While I ran upstairs to grab an ingredient, I hear "Mommy do I put the applesauce with the wet ingredients?"
"It's okay, your big sister is here."
"Don't put that in your mouth...to little"
"Let's Play!"
Because I am a Mother
Because I am a Mother...
-I get to spend all day with two of the sweetest kids I know
-I get to change dirty diapers 24/7. Some not so fun...but what makes it worth it is a happy baby free from diaper rash!
-I get to nurse every two hours...which makes it kind of tricky when figuring out when to go places and honestly that is why we don't go out a whole lot right now because it is way more comfortable for me to nurse at home.
-I sometimes have to clean up throw up. Definitely not the most fun part...except for the blessing it is to be able to comfort that little lady when nobody else can. I also think this last time Miss A and Mr. D were sick I was blessed to not get sick while they were so I could have the strength to clean it and help them. Cleaning it up was all worth it when right after Miss A had throw up I gave her a sip of water she turned to me pale faced and said so sweetly, "thank you".
-I get to dress baby C in many outfits every day, sometimes all of them in two days.
-I get to clean up LOTS of spit up and wash LOTS of clothes over and over again in the same week! They sure smell good.
-I don't get to sleep in, but I wake up to the two sweetest smiling faces.
-I get to play dress up, fairies, princesses, Sofia, Pteranodon family, house, doll house, doctor.
-I get to teach a little girl who is fascinated with space, weather, letters, numbers, scriptures, reading, dinosaurs...or at least pteranodons, constellations, planets, car safety, fire safety, counting, addition, bones in the body, how flowers grow, the seasons...
-I get woken up in my sleep to be able to help scare off monsters, and comfort someone in need.
-I get to try A LOT of new recipes. Baby C has a milk and soy allergy, so we try a lot of dairy free recipes...from breakfast to desserts. I am grateful that I have a husband and daughter who are willing to try ANYTHING! When I was off everything except fruits veggies and meat we had some interesting and hard times trying to meals that wouldn't starve me, but wow, when you clean your system out you feel really good!
-I get to help the Lord in His beautiful plan. Teaching children and raising children who know they are children of God. Who know they can do anything with the help of the Lord.
- I get to teach and be taught by little ones
- I get to watch the joy in my little girls eyes as she creates the world around her
-I get to sing to Sofia the first, and princesses all day.
- I get to jump in puddles again, play in the snow, dance in the rain, play in the mud, and try to remember what it was like to get messy. I love to watch her get her rain boots on, rain coat, and no umbrella to go out into the puddles and rain and just soak herself head to toe. We laugh and I cry, because I want to remember those moments forever.
-I get to be snuggled by baby C.
-I get to hear his sweet little voice say over and over mama, mam, ma, moma.
-I get to hear his sweet little laugh when Miss A dances, when we crawl on the floor, when we bark like dogs, or when Mr. D calls on the phone and baby C hears him on speaker.
-I get to hear jokes that make no sense at all and laugh at them anyway.
-I get to hear the prayers of angels.
-I get to be silly again and again
-I sometimes cry because things get hard, and I don't always know the best thing to do, but the sweet relief comes when prayer is involved and I realize I am their mother and I do know more than I think.
-I get kiss away hurts.
-I get to watch Mr. D play with the kiddos, and simply smile because it fills me with joy.
-I get to make our home a safe place (along with help of course!)
-I get to learn new things every day...and realize there is no way you can know everything...although to some little people I do know everything.
-I get to keep heaven on earth every day!
-I get to be reminded of what is most important. I get to be reminded that this is the work of God on earth...families. There is no greater work that I can do than the work that is done "within the walls of my own home."
I love being a mother!
-I get to spend all day with two of the sweetest kids I know
-I get to change dirty diapers 24/7. Some not so fun...but what makes it worth it is a happy baby free from diaper rash!
-I get to nurse every two hours...which makes it kind of tricky when figuring out when to go places and honestly that is why we don't go out a whole lot right now because it is way more comfortable for me to nurse at home.
-I sometimes have to clean up throw up. Definitely not the most fun part...except for the blessing it is to be able to comfort that little lady when nobody else can. I also think this last time Miss A and Mr. D were sick I was blessed to not get sick while they were so I could have the strength to clean it and help them. Cleaning it up was all worth it when right after Miss A had throw up I gave her a sip of water she turned to me pale faced and said so sweetly, "thank you".
-I get to dress baby C in many outfits every day, sometimes all of them in two days.
-I get to clean up LOTS of spit up and wash LOTS of clothes over and over again in the same week! They sure smell good.
-I don't get to sleep in, but I wake up to the two sweetest smiling faces.
-I get to play dress up, fairies, princesses, Sofia, Pteranodon family, house, doll house, doctor.
-I get to teach a little girl who is fascinated with space, weather, letters, numbers, scriptures, reading, dinosaurs...or at least pteranodons, constellations, planets, car safety, fire safety, counting, addition, bones in the body, how flowers grow, the seasons...
-I get woken up in my sleep to be able to help scare off monsters, and comfort someone in need.
-I get to try A LOT of new recipes. Baby C has a milk and soy allergy, so we try a lot of dairy free recipes...from breakfast to desserts. I am grateful that I have a husband and daughter who are willing to try ANYTHING! When I was off everything except fruits veggies and meat we had some interesting and hard times trying to meals that wouldn't starve me, but wow, when you clean your system out you feel really good!
-I get to help the Lord in His beautiful plan. Teaching children and raising children who know they are children of God. Who know they can do anything with the help of the Lord.
- I get to teach and be taught by little ones
- I get to watch the joy in my little girls eyes as she creates the world around her
-I get to sing to Sofia the first, and princesses all day.
- I get to jump in puddles again, play in the snow, dance in the rain, play in the mud, and try to remember what it was like to get messy. I love to watch her get her rain boots on, rain coat, and no umbrella to go out into the puddles and rain and just soak herself head to toe. We laugh and I cry, because I want to remember those moments forever.
-I get to be snuggled by baby C.
-I get to hear his sweet little voice say over and over mama, mam, ma, moma.
-I get to hear his sweet little laugh when Miss A dances, when we crawl on the floor, when we bark like dogs, or when Mr. D calls on the phone and baby C hears him on speaker.
-I get to hear jokes that make no sense at all and laugh at them anyway.
-I get to hear the prayers of angels.
-I get to be silly again and again
-I sometimes cry because things get hard, and I don't always know the best thing to do, but the sweet relief comes when prayer is involved and I realize I am their mother and I do know more than I think.
-I get kiss away hurts.
-I get to watch Mr. D play with the kiddos, and simply smile because it fills me with joy.
-I get to make our home a safe place (along with help of course!)
-I get to learn new things every day...and realize there is no way you can know everything...although to some little people I do know everything.
-I get to keep heaven on earth every day!
-I get to be reminded of what is most important. I get to be reminded that this is the work of God on earth...families. There is no greater work that I can do than the work that is done "within the walls of my own home."
I love being a mother!
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Sweet November
Sweet Sweet November. We love and I mean LOVE this time of year...especially the next few weeks of November. Why? Well because they have special meaning to us...this is the time of year when Mr. D and I finally talked to each other, he asked me out on our first date, we began dating, and well we know the rest! This year the dates happen to fall on the same day of the week as it did when we first really talked to each other. But I wanted to write quick and not in detail how it all happened. At this point I replay it in my mind...and D and I talk about it a lot, we love thinking back and looking back and remembering. I wish however that I had a movie of it so we could sit back and watch.
September
We met the first or second day of our social dance class. We had to shake hands and say, "Hello I am ... It is nice to meet you." So when I shook hands with Mr. D and said "Hello I am ..." he said "Oh like the song". That caught me off guard because it is an old song and most people our age have never heard of it. It has always been kind of special to me because my parents love it and I am named after it so there you go...On the semester went, he dated a lot in short amount of time :) I like to tease him...but hey I don't blame him or the other girls there were many many girls after this man he is the best of the best and so special to me! I had gone on a couple of dates with people I knew because they were roommates with my cousins and I spent a lot of time with my cousins. I was to the point of not wanting to date, it was always awkward or the person I was on the date with always did something that just bugged me...keep that in mind for later. And for the record...which Mr. D always teases me about, I didn't go up to the school to get married, I hoped one day it would happen, but that was not my intent for going to school. So within the first couple of weeks I decided that I was going to focus on my dancing only unless I was supposed to meet my husband, but I told the Lord I would need help and He would have to show me because I was done until that time. Well within the next week who should I keep seeing around campus (which I hadn't before), and who did I start to stare at in class, who could I not get out of my mind, and who did I feel like I had to talk to? Yes Mr. D the boy I didn't even know!
October
In our class I just found myself staring at him and I always felt awkward when he would look my way. I would quickly look down because in my mind it was so obvious I was giving him all the signals to come talk to me...he obviously missed them because I still had to be the one to go up to him! When we danced together our eyes would lock and I just stared at him, I guess I froze because I couldn't find anything to say to him. When we danced it was so different I felt like I could just stay in his arms forever, smiling at each other, looking at each other, being together...That may sound creepy but it isn't! After we danced and had class for a few weeks I started feeling more strongly and I couldn't get thoughts out of my head telling me I need to go and talk to him...Now I am not one who ever went to strike up a conversation with a boy, but I couldn't shake the feeling or thought. So I kept praying for help not to be afraid to talk to him.
October 30th
For our social dance class wee had to go to to so many dances put on at the school for credit in our class. There happened to be one the night my cousin and I were leaving for Utah to audition for Disney World. But both my cousin and I needed the credit, and I hoped Mr. D would be there so we went. Was he there? Yes! Did he say hi to me? Yes! As he was dancing with another girl...I felt like a stalker and he calls me one (teasing of course) because I just watched them together and that night when I got home (to Utah) I talked with my mom and told her "I can't do this. He is probably going to marry her. They looked like they were having such a good time"....Now my wonderful mother just laughed at me and she and my dad asked, "did she have a ring on her finger?" I replied "No" and then they said, "then you can ask him out". So on we go I auditioned it was fun, the entire time I felt like I there was something else in store for me...so I wasn't too disappointed when I found out I didn't get a position dancing. We went back to school and then it all began again.
November
I would get the guts up to talk to him but he would be walking or talking with another girl almost every single time. I talked myself out of it because I was not going to go talk to him if there was another girl there. Fast forward to November 11th...the night of our stake dance. Yes I looked him up and found out that we were in the same stake so he would be going to the stake dance that night and I knew without a doubt that I had to talk to him tonight because I had been given many chances before that I passed up.
Did I say I wasn't going to go in to detail...oops!
November 11th
I was sick with a cold but decided to go for a little while just to see if he was there. He went to the gym and worked out but then decided to come for a little while. I saw him, he saw me, and then I made my plan. I saw him walk out of the ballroom so I walked out too. He sat down to talk to someone he knew so I walked into the bathroom and prayed because I was so nervous. I came back out he was still talking, my cousin came up with a bunch of his friends and started talking to me, they asked if I was coming back in and I said, "No I have to talk to someone first", one of them asked, "Who do you have to talk to?" and I said, "Him. I have to talk to Mr. D" who had walked up right at that moment I had that "twenty seconds of courage". They all left and there we were right outside the door into the ballroom and I asked the question, "Were Kobe and Osaka in your mission?" (I already knew the answer...no...but my dad served his LDS mission in Japan so it was an easy in for me). Mr. D explained how they were not and then we kept talking. He asked if I wanted to do something sometime and of course I answered YES! I then asked for his number because he was taking FOREVER. He asked if I wanted to dance and of course I said YES! He then said, "I'll come find you for the next song". And he did. We danced together, I tripped...a lot, we laughed and in a text message to me that night he said, "If anyone were to trip I am glad it was you!"
Boy am I too! I am thankful that the Lord helped me have courage to talk to Mr. D and let me know that He had a better plan for both of us...Mr. D is the best husband and father and man. I know why it felt so different dancing together it felt like coming home. I did come home...and I love coming home to him every single day since!
September
We met the first or second day of our social dance class. We had to shake hands and say, "Hello I am ... It is nice to meet you." So when I shook hands with Mr. D and said "Hello I am ..." he said "Oh like the song". That caught me off guard because it is an old song and most people our age have never heard of it. It has always been kind of special to me because my parents love it and I am named after it so there you go...On the semester went, he dated a lot in short amount of time :) I like to tease him...but hey I don't blame him or the other girls there were many many girls after this man he is the best of the best and so special to me! I had gone on a couple of dates with people I knew because they were roommates with my cousins and I spent a lot of time with my cousins. I was to the point of not wanting to date, it was always awkward or the person I was on the date with always did something that just bugged me...keep that in mind for later. And for the record...which Mr. D always teases me about, I didn't go up to the school to get married, I hoped one day it would happen, but that was not my intent for going to school. So within the first couple of weeks I decided that I was going to focus on my dancing only unless I was supposed to meet my husband, but I told the Lord I would need help and He would have to show me because I was done until that time. Well within the next week who should I keep seeing around campus (which I hadn't before), and who did I start to stare at in class, who could I not get out of my mind, and who did I feel like I had to talk to? Yes Mr. D the boy I didn't even know!
October
In our class I just found myself staring at him and I always felt awkward when he would look my way. I would quickly look down because in my mind it was so obvious I was giving him all the signals to come talk to me...he obviously missed them because I still had to be the one to go up to him! When we danced together our eyes would lock and I just stared at him, I guess I froze because I couldn't find anything to say to him. When we danced it was so different I felt like I could just stay in his arms forever, smiling at each other, looking at each other, being together...That may sound creepy but it isn't! After we danced and had class for a few weeks I started feeling more strongly and I couldn't get thoughts out of my head telling me I need to go and talk to him...Now I am not one who ever went to strike up a conversation with a boy, but I couldn't shake the feeling or thought. So I kept praying for help not to be afraid to talk to him.
October 30th
For our social dance class wee had to go to to so many dances put on at the school for credit in our class. There happened to be one the night my cousin and I were leaving for Utah to audition for Disney World. But both my cousin and I needed the credit, and I hoped Mr. D would be there so we went. Was he there? Yes! Did he say hi to me? Yes! As he was dancing with another girl...I felt like a stalker and he calls me one (teasing of course) because I just watched them together and that night when I got home (to Utah) I talked with my mom and told her "I can't do this. He is probably going to marry her. They looked like they were having such a good time"....Now my wonderful mother just laughed at me and she and my dad asked, "did she have a ring on her finger?" I replied "No" and then they said, "then you can ask him out". So on we go I auditioned it was fun, the entire time I felt like I there was something else in store for me...so I wasn't too disappointed when I found out I didn't get a position dancing. We went back to school and then it all began again.
November
I would get the guts up to talk to him but he would be walking or talking with another girl almost every single time. I talked myself out of it because I was not going to go talk to him if there was another girl there. Fast forward to November 11th...the night of our stake dance. Yes I looked him up and found out that we were in the same stake so he would be going to the stake dance that night and I knew without a doubt that I had to talk to him tonight because I had been given many chances before that I passed up.
Did I say I wasn't going to go in to detail...oops!
November 11th
I was sick with a cold but decided to go for a little while just to see if he was there. He went to the gym and worked out but then decided to come for a little while. I saw him, he saw me, and then I made my plan. I saw him walk out of the ballroom so I walked out too. He sat down to talk to someone he knew so I walked into the bathroom and prayed because I was so nervous. I came back out he was still talking, my cousin came up with a bunch of his friends and started talking to me, they asked if I was coming back in and I said, "No I have to talk to someone first", one of them asked, "Who do you have to talk to?" and I said, "Him. I have to talk to Mr. D" who had walked up right at that moment I had that "twenty seconds of courage". They all left and there we were right outside the door into the ballroom and I asked the question, "Were Kobe and Osaka in your mission?" (I already knew the answer...no...but my dad served his LDS mission in Japan so it was an easy in for me). Mr. D explained how they were not and then we kept talking. He asked if I wanted to do something sometime and of course I answered YES! I then asked for his number because he was taking FOREVER. He asked if I wanted to dance and of course I said YES! He then said, "I'll come find you for the next song". And he did. We danced together, I tripped...a lot, we laughed and in a text message to me that night he said, "If anyone were to trip I am glad it was you!"
Boy am I too! I am thankful that the Lord helped me have courage to talk to Mr. D and let me know that He had a better plan for both of us...Mr. D is the best husband and father and man. I know why it felt so different dancing together it felt like coming home. I did come home...and I love coming home to him every single day since!
Some of my favorite pictures from school!
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
We Love Halloween
So I was up late or early more like it making Halloween costumes because in our family I rarely do things early. We decided to switch Sunday night Miss A's costume and add on three more costumes. One for Mr. D, baby C, and me. We have always let Miss A choose what she wants to be for Halloween except year one...we chose for her and she was a chicken...wow we must be on a chicken theme in our family! I'll try to find a picture. She's been Rapunzel, a pumpkin, Periwinkle, a ballerina fairy, and Elsa. Now last year she wanted to be a ghost, then she switched last minute but it was easy, this year when Halloween came around she told me, "I want to be a ghost because I wanted to last year and I didn't." So I was set on making that ghost costume...until I started to hear her say to other people that she was going to be Elsa.........so long story short we switched to Elsa, why not. Mr. D was Kristoff, baby C was Olaf, and I was Anna. Miss A was so excited! In my mind I saw all of the costumes and thought hmm that will be easy...........until I started sewing and realized how much hand stitching I would be doing, I would have to line Elsa's dress because this little lady doesn't wear anything that is scratchy, or jeans. So after the many hours of work I am going to start next years costumes NOW!
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So Halloween was a blast. The day after was not. Miss A, and Mr. D got the stomach bug going around everywhere...it was not candy, why do I know that? Because all night we kept hearing, "I am not going to eat any candy I don't want to throw up." Well poor girl, she didn't eat any and she ended up throwing up anyway. Now the past three days have been filled with tears and screams of not wanting to eat anything because she is afraid of throwing up. Tonight however we hopefully had a break through.
Our quick funny and not so funny Halloween moments.
-Trunk or Treat- Lost fairy wand=sad little girl, searching with a head lamp in the parking lot of the church. Tears coming down her face. Going around to trunk or treat asking every one if they have seen her fairy wand all the while daddy looks for it. Thankfully "the chinchilla lady" had picked it up where it was dropped right by her car and someone else ten cars down heard about it and told Miss A when she asked her. But the sweetest part about this I thought was when one of the girls said to Miss A, "Here you can have my wand, I don't need it anymore." Now she didn't take her up on it, I guess only her wand would do. But I thought that was a pretty selfless sweet thing to do.
-Nana and Papa's annual Halloween party! It was fun. Of course N and B and family were greatly greatly missed. We had mummy dogs, pizza, witches brew (and by the way dad this years was hands down the best witches brew you have ever made), pass the pumpkin, Z man beating people up dressed as a transformer, B being called a Zebra when really he was dressed as a prisoner..."my daddy is zebra" followed by laughter, pin the nose on the jack'o'lantern, and last but not least instead of "snort piggy snort snort" it was "booo Ghost booo".
-Singing Miss A's favorite song-
Halloween, Halloween, lots of fun on Halloween.
Black cats and Ghosts, Skeletons too
Clowns and witches all say BOO
Pumpkins with eyes shiny and bright,
Makes us shiver with fright.
Halloween, Halloween, we love Halloween.
- While I finished the last costume people were just beginning to trick or treat. Here is the door situation at our house-
Miss A and D answered the door, the boy (who we know) was dressed up in a skeleton mask scared miss A as she opened the door and what did she do??? Shut it right in his face because she got scared.
-While the night progressed and we moved from house to house Miss A began to turn down people when they told her she could take more than one piece of candy.
-Her Elsa cape is so long it drags (we bustled it up but it doesn't work that well). Mr. D ran it over on accident twice and boy, as my dad used to say, "if looks could kill you'd be dead"...well let's just say her look is one we will never forget and will always bring a little laughter. She was momentarily quite upset and told him, "If my cape wasn't so long maybe you would stop running it over with the stroller."
-The last house we went to had king sized candy bars. The girl brought the candy bars to the door all laid out on a nice round platter...when Miss A saw them she looked at the girl and said, "I don't want any", walked away and left me standing there all alone. The girl then looked at me and I awkwardly said, "I guess she's had enough candy...thank you." Yeah I'll just say this little lady has made me get out of my comfort zone many many many times.
Happy Halloween!
Carrying on the tradition of "you get to dress up in two different costumes"
We had a neighborhood trunk or treat on Wednesday night. He was a lion, and Miss A was a "fairy ballerina". This little guy loved and I mean loved the trunk or treat. If he is ever upset all you have to do is take him outside, it is instant happiness.
Thanks to my wonderful mother who helped me a lot with this Elsa costume and figuring out patterns and going to six different fabric stores and six different walmarts until we finally found the right fabric. This is really the first time I have sewn since baby C was born and it can be challenging when he nurses every two hours, he doesn't take naps, he doesn't like to be left laying on the bed with toys while I talk to him from the chair three feet away...he would rather be at the sewing machine; and to have a little girl who is so bored that she "has to be stuck in that room all day". She still doesn't enjoy being downstairs playing by herself...I don't blame her though I was the same way.
Here is his Olaf hat!
And after trick or treating...can't see it all...that's okay it was fun!
So Halloween was a blast. The day after was not. Miss A, and Mr. D got the stomach bug going around everywhere...it was not candy, why do I know that? Because all night we kept hearing, "I am not going to eat any candy I don't want to throw up." Well poor girl, she didn't eat any and she ended up throwing up anyway. Now the past three days have been filled with tears and screams of not wanting to eat anything because she is afraid of throwing up. Tonight however we hopefully had a break through.
Our quick funny and not so funny Halloween moments.
-Trunk or Treat- Lost fairy wand=sad little girl, searching with a head lamp in the parking lot of the church. Tears coming down her face. Going around to trunk or treat asking every one if they have seen her fairy wand all the while daddy looks for it. Thankfully "the chinchilla lady" had picked it up where it was dropped right by her car and someone else ten cars down heard about it and told Miss A when she asked her. But the sweetest part about this I thought was when one of the girls said to Miss A, "Here you can have my wand, I don't need it anymore." Now she didn't take her up on it, I guess only her wand would do. But I thought that was a pretty selfless sweet thing to do.
-Nana and Papa's annual Halloween party! It was fun. Of course N and B and family were greatly greatly missed. We had mummy dogs, pizza, witches brew (and by the way dad this years was hands down the best witches brew you have ever made), pass the pumpkin, Z man beating people up dressed as a transformer, B being called a Zebra when really he was dressed as a prisoner..."my daddy is zebra" followed by laughter, pin the nose on the jack'o'lantern, and last but not least instead of "snort piggy snort snort" it was "booo Ghost booo".
-Singing Miss A's favorite song-
Halloween, Halloween, lots of fun on Halloween.
Black cats and Ghosts, Skeletons too
Clowns and witches all say BOO
Pumpkins with eyes shiny and bright,
Makes us shiver with fright.
Halloween, Halloween, we love Halloween.
- While I finished the last costume people were just beginning to trick or treat. Here is the door situation at our house-
Miss A and D answered the door, the boy (who we know) was dressed up in a skeleton mask scared miss A as she opened the door and what did she do??? Shut it right in his face because she got scared.
-While the night progressed and we moved from house to house Miss A began to turn down people when they told her she could take more than one piece of candy.
-Her Elsa cape is so long it drags (we bustled it up but it doesn't work that well). Mr. D ran it over on accident twice and boy, as my dad used to say, "if looks could kill you'd be dead"...well let's just say her look is one we will never forget and will always bring a little laughter. She was momentarily quite upset and told him, "If my cape wasn't so long maybe you would stop running it over with the stroller."
-The last house we went to had king sized candy bars. The girl brought the candy bars to the door all laid out on a nice round platter...when Miss A saw them she looked at the girl and said, "I don't want any", walked away and left me standing there all alone. The girl then looked at me and I awkwardly said, "I guess she's had enough candy...thank you." Yeah I'll just say this little lady has made me get out of my comfort zone many many many times.
Happy Halloween!
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