Gratitude

Warm fuzzies on a cold, rainy day . . .



Being grateful makes me happy. :)

Park Day

One of my favorite things about living in California (right after the variety of food) is being able to go to the park in the winter without bundling the kids up in snow clothes.

We were at the park a couple of weeks ago with some friends and thought it would be a cute idea to put the siblings in the swings together. It was, as you can see in the pic below. . .

until the time came to get Gavin out of the swing. He'd managed to wedge himself in there pretty tight and was NOT amused when Heather and I both struggled to get him out. I thought we might have to cut the swing apart at one point. It was one of those, "sorta funny, sorta sad" moments.

This is a little demonstration of how slow my camera is when taking successive pictures and how fast Ivy's getting at crawling. This was the first time she crawled around on the playground equipment. Luckily it was like a corridor on the way to the slide so she couldn't slip out.

Brace Yourself

. . . especially if you are a grandma because you might just die of cuteness. I almost did.

My mom gave Sophie this little cheetah (leopard? I can't tell them apart) print onesie that has a tutu sewn on. It was a little small for her, so it's been tucked away until Ivy was big enough to fit into it. I wasn't sure when to put it on her because I didn't want her to get food/snot/slobber/dirt/general baby grime all over it. It never occurred to me until last Sunday that she could wear it to church!

Are you ready for this?

Nope, she will NOT stand up

. . . unless she decides to on her own


or if there's a popsicle involved.

Holy cow this makes my insides turn to mush.

Sophie looked cute that day, too, but not quite as life-threatening cute.

If the tutu-onesie didn't do the job, then this definitely will. Probably the cutest video of them I have so far.

Sophie was taking a nap on the couch, and I brought Ivy down to wake her up. She usually just climbs on her and sticks her fingers in her face, but this time she gave up some love.

Oh, and um . . . watch where Ivy grabs Sophie in the middle of the clip. THAT's what Sophie was talking about. (Plus she gets her "mine" and "yours" mixed up.) That's the only sketchy anatomy word she knows. :)

Deja Vu

Look familiar?

October 2009

Need a reminder?

October 2008

I made these a couple of weeks ago and remembered that Sophie also helped me last year when I made them. Her little face hasn't changed that much -- she just has more hair. :)

This may become a yearly tradition.

Friends

I failed to mention in my last post that we carved pumpkins with some good friends of ours, the Webbs. And that three of the five pumpkins in that photo down there are theirs. (The good-looking ones. Somehow I thought eyelashes would look good on a jack-o-lantern.) Some friend I am, eh? At least I got to bask in some pumpkin-carving glory for a few days.

No really, we love the Webbs. And I'm Bummed, with a big, fat, capital "B", that they're moving next month. But I'm equally happy that they get to move on with their lives and from school, and from these crazy little houses we all live in.

I'm still bummed though.

Hallie and Sophie are BFF's and it's been so fun watching them grow together. And after being pregnant with Heather last year, we've arranged Ivy and Gavin's wedding. (I hope they don't mind. They'll love it.) It's amazing how much raising (and having) your children with friends bonds you to each other. We have a lot of great friends here, and I'm equally devastated and ecstatic (for the reasons above) that we might be moving next year when Steve graduates.

Crap, I feel like crying.

Anyways . . .

I made doughnuts over the weekend. Phew, tears averted.

P.S. Heather, I posted the soup I made that night. :)