Showing posts with label Ivy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ivy. Show all posts

Friday, April 22, 2011

Sleeping Beauty

Girls are funny creatures.

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I think there were a few weeks where they did this every day.

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Sometimes if she didn't get kissed, she would yell for someone to kiss her. Funny, but not at 6:30 in the morning while she's still in bed and Ivy's still out cold.

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By the way, I really like this coffee table. Too bad it stays with the house.

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She's awake! Oh, but the game's not over. What happens after the princess wakes up?

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Dancing of course.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Traveling Circus

I think Ivy would fit right in with a traveling circus. She's petite, yet fearless, which would make her the perfect candidate for a trapeze artist. She'd probably fit in a cannon, too, if someone wanted to blow her out of one. Her most impressive talent right now is probably her ability as a contortionist. Wanna see?

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Here we have an innocent-looking box. (It happens to be the trunk the girls' dress up clothes came in.)


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Upon closer inspection there seems to be fingertips poking out. Perhaps the box isn't empty?


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We'll have my lovely assistant, Steve, open the box to reveal its contents.


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It's Ivy! The Famous Contortionist Toddler!


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(No children were harmed in this amazing feat of flexibility.)

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Why I May Never Sleep Soundly Again

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Ivy climbed all the way up herself. Steve only spotted her.
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At one point, she let go and lifted her hands above her head. And smiled. She's nuts.

My sweet little Ivy isn't scared of anything. She picks the most dangerous-looking part of the playground and heads straight for it. I have a feeling she'll be my adventurous, rock-climbing, base-jumping, sky-diving child.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Weekend with the Grand's

My parents decided to celebrate my dad's birthday out here with us this year! The weekend went by way too fast.


It's kind of a tradition in my family for the kids to get a Halloween box from Grandma. We got ours as kids and now my kids are getting theirs from my mom.

These glasses were pretty popular...



We went to the Perry Farm's pumpkin patch. (One of the few around here who don't have those annoying bouncy houses.) And of course, we had to get a photo in front of the entrance.

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We tried to get everyone smiling at the same time.

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Or smiling period.

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Ivy didn't crack a smile until she started climbing on a giant pyramid made of straw bales. I think she's going to be our mountain-climbing-extreme-sports child. She's fearless. And she likes climbing high.

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After saying this a thousand times, "K, girls, sit close. Sophie, scoot over. Ivy, scoot over. K, look at me. Look at me! Smile! Smile! SMILE!!"

Result:
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And of course, blowing out candles with grandpa. (And still no smiling for Ivy.) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

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I called that cake, "Winter at the Crater" which might not make sense to 80% of you. What does make sense is three layers of cake, malt-fudge, and toasted marshmallows. I'll get that posted to my recipe blog shortly.

Monday, October 04, 2010

Crashed

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This couch is where the girls take their afternoon nap. This is how it usually goes . . .

Around 2PM. (I've learned that it does no good to say, "hey, it's time for a nap!" because they just start arguing with me.)

After gathering a few books from their shelf, making sure to include a few big ones for the end -- they can never stay awake through the whole thing.

Me: I'm going to read ALL these books by myself!

I plop myself on the couch.

Sophie: NO! Read to ME!

Ivy: ME TOO! ME TOO!

Both girls climb on my lap and reading commences.

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Ivy usually complains because she wants to pick the next book every time. After a while she learns to take turns. And then 10 minutes later she's OUT.

Sophie usually takes about 10-15 minutes longer than Ivy. This is when I pull out the bigger books, start yawning occasionally, and reading in a softer, monotone voice. And then she goes out, too.

That's when I make my escape.

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In that photo above, Ivy had just rolled over because my camera is noisy. She didn't wake up. And don't worry about her falling off the couch. . .

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She usually just goes back to sleep anyway.

P.S. That last one was on a different day. I came downstairs to rouse them and she started waking up and threw her feet off the side of the couch. Then went back to sleep.

P.P.S. Ivy isn't into wearing pants lately.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Stanford Skeletons

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We visited Stanford just for kicks one day to see the campus (beautiful!) and while walking around the bookstore saw a couple of skeletons.

Now we know what Ivy would look like as a skeleton. Because, like all parents, we wonder about things like that. . .

(However the head on the model looked awfully small. Like newborn size.)

P.S. Mom, that's her favorite shirt now. I knew it would be. How could anything compete with a kitty wearing headphones? :)

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Brownies and Traditions

For the past two years I've made these brownies and Sophie has helped me. And for the past two years I've let her lick the spatula and then made her cry while taking it away from her -- all while snapping pictures like an insensitive mother. The second time I did it, I wasn't intending it to be a tradition, but it kind of did anyway. (See this post if you need a reminder.) Seriously, though? I think it's nice to get a few pictures of your kids riled up. That's how my kids are about 60% (some days around 87%) of the time, and I like to capture a few photos to keep things real. I like to look back at these when they're sleeping and think, "wow, they're actually pretty cute when they're mad."
Anyway.

We started out with the blissful pictures of Sophie licking the spatula:

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But when I took it away from her, I got this look:

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Kind of a confused look like, "why did you take that from me and are you giving it back in the next 15 seconds?"

Not the drama I was looking for. On to my next subject:

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Licking a chocolate-covered spatula is true bliss.

Now for the moment of truth. Mom takes the spatula away and . . .

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Bingo. Just what I expected. I guess our little tradition of photos only lasts for two years per child.

Friday, September 03, 2010

Batty

Updates? Not really. We're just waiting around to see what our next big step is.

I think my kids are sensing that there may be some big changes soon. Sophie's still . . .

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Sophie. Just a little more intense.

Ivy thinks she's grown up now.

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She insists on walking everywhere, hates her car seat, and yells for panties every time I put a new diaper on her. We've had to resort to putting a pair of Sophie's panties over her pj's at night to pacify her.

And she isn't afraid of doing things that Sophie does.

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(I tried to make this into a really fast slide show to simulate a flip book, but I couldn't figure out how. That would be cool.)

Steve's hanging in there. He's officially through going to classes, and hopefully his 12+ hour days will ease up while he finishes clinic over the next couple of weeks.

So, um. . . they have a little tradition at the school where the seniors run around the school in weird clothes during the last week of class. His class decided to do an 80s workout theme to this song.

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Hence, the cut off shirt, "sweatband" (bottom of his shirt), and short shorts (which I saved you from. Although he does have nice, svelte caveman legs.)

Oh, and the mullet, which is actually MY hair. I still have my ponytails from when I chopped my hair in June.

I'm going a little nuts, too. Which is the only explanation I have of this:

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I think I need a new routine.

Or a change of scenery.

Or some goals. . . . or somethin'.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Birthday Card for Steve


A little birthday wish from your girls. Happy 31st, Daddy!
(If you click on the picture it'll get bigger.)

No children were harmed in the making of this e-card, but there was a wardrobe malfunction and failure to re-dress.



As well as moments of distraction.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Ivy-isms


Little Ivy's started talking. Here are a few of my favorite things she says right now . . .

Ivy: AH-yah
Sophie: DOH-dee or OPH (Soph)

Granola: DOO-wah
Sliced almonds: DOO-wah nut (the nuts I put in granola)
Whole almonds: AH-mah

"in there": IN-NAIR
bum: bow (rhymes with how)
What she says when I put her diaper back on her after changing: "BOW. IN-NAIR!"

back-pack: BOCK-BOCK
I thought she was saying chicken sounds until she climbed on my back one day and said, "BOCK-BOCK! Daddy BOCK-BOCK!" Steve's back-pack usually sits by the front door.

Mine: "yooze" (yours. . . she's still figuring out first person)
Whenever she's looking for something of hers, she wanders around the house saying, "yooze. . . yooze . . . yooze," until she finds it. Tonight she said, "yooze buh-buh." (Your [my] baby)


A little guide for the clip:

May (beginning): Ivy, pre-verbal, doing a few signs. A little explanation is needed for why she puts her hand under her chin and pushes her head back. For the longest time she wouldn't ever say "yes" or even nod her head. She would just go, "mm," for yes. One day I was showing her how to nod her head and I put one hand on her head and one hand under her chin to move her head up and down. Then she started pushing her chin up for when she said "yes". Then she got "yes" and "please" (rubbing the palm of her hand over her chest) mixed up, so she did it for both.

June (1:00): Another rendition of "Sunbeam" + Ivy's obsession with her belly button.

July (3:00): Ivy spinning around getting dizzy, Sophie running circles in the yard (we need more space, I think)

August (4:45): After talking about "DOO-wah" (granola) forever, I switch on the camera and ask her what's in her bowl. She says, "cheese." Typical. She finally does talk about granola and makes some funny faces. And you can see my poor green tomatoes on the kitchen table. Notice that the kids are still wearing fleece pajamas in August. I don't think it's gotten above 70 in the last 3 weeks. Kind of creepy, but I'm not complaining. I'd rather have 65 in August than 95 with no AC.

Friday, July 30, 2010

What We're Up To . . . Individually

There have been a lot of things going on that I haven't blogged about, so I'm putting it all into one random post. I've been working on this one for over a week now and it's turned into a brain-dump as well.

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I can't really separate what they're up to because they're usually doing the exact same thing. (Sometimes good, sometimes bad.)

Like sitting on the couch zoned out to a movie after breakfast. With their fingers in their belly buttons. That's something Ivy started doing (when she's sleepy) and Sophie does it occasionally.

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Or when they "go somewhere" in their couch cushion car. (They made that one up themselves.)

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The newest excitement in the house was getting this little kitchen for them to play with it. An elderly woman in our ward had it at her house for her grandson to play with. He grew up, lost interest, and she offered to give it to us with a bunch of dishes and play food. For free. We managed to find a spot in the girls' room after packing up a bookcase and sticking it in our garage. (Hey, we're going to have to do it in the near future anyway, why not start now?) Anyway, they love it. And it keeps them out of our bedroom, where they just get into trouble.

Ivy's been interested in the potty again and will pull her pants down where ever she is in the house and say, "potty, potty!" She likes to sit on it, but so far nothing has come out. I'm not reading too much into her enthusiasm quite yet (lesson learned from Sophie). She's just mimicking her big sister for now, but it still make me happy. She's also approaching her "two's" and able to voice her opinion very strongly when she doesn't like something. But she's still in that stage where hearing her say "NO!" is still cute. She's also learning new words everyday. It's an exciting time for her :)

Sophie's her usual curious, independent self. She's started to ask "cuz why?" all the time and takes it upon herself to be "mommy" to Ivy. She's very smart and has a good memory. She's also obsessed with Belle lately and has to watch Beauty and the Beast for their after-breakfast movie just about every morning. (I have to take a shower some time. Most of the time it's the only TV they watch all day.)

I've decide to stop saying things like, "Sophie's driving me crazy," which will be tough because I say it almost every day. Instead I'm trying to say to myself, "she's trying to teach me [insert something that I need to learn]." So, lately, she's been trying to teach me flexibility. By flexibility, I mean letting go of my efforts of being efficient with my time. . . to a point. One of my peeves is something happening at a far slower pace (or more disorganized) than it reasonably should. (I know . . . not a good quality for a mom.) Sophie has to make decisions about EVERYTHING we do and she tends to take her sweet time doing so. Not a huge deal, but something with which I need to be more patient. It helps that she says funny stuff. One day while handing me a strawberry she goes, "Mommy can you cut the spinach off?" I love that she knows what spinach is, too.

Most nights before she goes to bed she has to "take the water out of her eyes". She stands at her play kitchen sink, "pulls" something out of her eye and puts it in a tiny container. Sound familiar? She's been watching me put my contacts in and take them out her whole life. I was wondering when the mimicking would start. She's a funny girl.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that she's stopped napping every day. She'll nap maybe 2 or 3 times a week. I'm adjusting to not having at least an hour of "me time" to recharge my nerves halfway through the day. I try to spend time with her doing fun things, so that helps.

STEVE

Steve's got about 6 weeks of school left. He found out that he's passed all of his national boards, and his clinic exit exam (YAY!). The only test he has left (in his life) is to get certified in whatever state he chooses to practice in. But first he has to finish clinic. This is a huge one. Um. . . know anyone who needs to get checked?? Please call Steve. Please.

One project that he's been working on is getting a website and a blog set up. Kathryn, a friend of ours and a talented graphic designer, did a logo for us and helped us choose a name for the business. Since Steve's incorporating his wellness program with his chiropractic clinic, we thought "Fusion" would be a good name to use. His website is just a blog that we set up to serve as a website until we get going and can afford to pay someone to build a nicer one. Speaking of blogs . . . he started blogging, too. And he's quite good. He puts a lot of though and consideration into what he posts. Here's his blog if you're interested in seeing what he has so far.

It seems kind of surreal that we're going to be on our own here pretty soon. Well, not completely. Steve's decided to work for someone for a while to get his feet wet and learn how to run an office before he opens his own. He's getting together some applications to send out. Luckily he can do the wellness portion whether or not he has a physical office of his own, doing health talks and enrolling people (more specifically, businesses) in the program.

Did I mention that he loves what he's doing? (Well, not GOING to school, but what he's learning and getting ready to implement.) He lights up every time you get him going on a health-related topic. That makes me happy. I really don't care how much money he makes if he's happy with what he's doing and we can pay off his loans before we die.

Steve still serves as the Stake Young Men Secretary (leadership over the young men in our area), but luckily it doesn't take him away too often. He's gone often enough!


NAT

Well, I'm still plugging along keeping our home together and our kids dressed and fed. Cooking and blogging really is my creative outlet and it keeps me sane. I like to keep my "food life" off this blog, but I thought I'd give you a couple of updates that were pretty exciting to me.

Over the past few months I've had the chance to teach a couple of classes during weeknight Relief Society (women's organization at church) meetings. One was about healthy eating and the other was rolling sushi. Ya, rolling sushi. When they asked me to do it I'd made sushi a total of ONE time. Both classes turned out fun, though.

I have a steadily growing readership on my food blog which both excites me and gives me stage-fright. If you don't read my food blog that much or never get on Facebook, you may have missed my little announcements of getting featured in the spring issue of Latter-Day Woman Magazine (online only, page 10) and on Pioneer Woman's Tasty Kitchen Blog. Those were very happy days. :)

Outside the kitchen, I've tried my hand at growing a few things. I'm usually a horrible gardener. Add to that, very little space or sunshine and most green things under my care end up dead. At least flowers. After I had a tomato plant explode, crawl up our porch and almost move into our house the first summer we were here, I planted three in the same spot along with about 10 different kinds of herbs tucked here and there. Holy, Hannah. That must be the magical tomato spot because I have tomatoes coming out of my ears. So far only one has turned red. I hope we're here long enough to pick some. If not, I'm sure my neighbors will find things to do with them.

Oh, and I had a little pink rose plant (yes, Natasha, THAT plant) stolen right out of the ground. It wasn't cut or trimmed off -- it looked like someone had dug around the roots and lifted it right out of the ground. And I swear my chives looked significantly smaller one day as I went to trim some off.

I recently was released from the Primary presidency (leadership over the children's organization at church). All of us were released, actually, and it was rather sudden. And bittersweet. Since then I've been the roving substitute. I don't mind at all.

That's about it for us. If you've made it all the way to the end, consider yourself "gold-starred".

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Accessorized

Earrings have become wildly popular around here. I've always worn earrings, but since cutting my hair, I feel I need to wear big dangles to. . . um. . . (how do I say this tactfully?) prevent people from thinking I'm of a certain orientation. It's common here, so ya . . .

Anyway.

I've gotten the earring bug again and pulled out my supplies and started making a few pair for fun. (No shop reopening, though.) I let Sophie pick out some beads one day, and I made a couple pair of earrings for her. Did you know you can wear french hooks without pierced ears? It's easy. Just hang them on the top of your ears and viola!

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Ivy's model face.

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Hats have also been making their appearance. Ivy insisted on wearing her hat while she ate lunch one day.

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(In the bottom left photo she's saying, "cheese".)

Saturday, July 10, 2010

A Day in Monterey

Last week was the last week of Steve's 4-week break from class. (Not clinic, unfortunately. Clinic never sleeps.) With Steve's (slightly) more flexible schedule, we decided to take off a few times and do some fun things with the kids. We were lucky enough to play on the beach twice in one week! The first time we went to a small beach just up the freeway.

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The girls wouldn't go near the water when we got there, so Steve dug a little trench and put water in it so they girls could splash around a bit. They got used to that, so they ventured out into the bay. Ankle deep. (Baby steps)

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A few days later we spent the day in Monterey. We love Monterey. If it wasn't so expensive to live there, we'd plant ourselves there permanently, I think. We hadn't visited the aquarium since we moved here so we made sure and did that.

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Side note: As I was pulling out photos to put on this post this afternoon, I noticed that Sophie, Ivy, and I are all wearing the exact outfits that we wore in this photo. Sophie insists on picking out her own clothes and she usually chooses this combo when it comes out of the washer (if I've hidden the "Kitty Dress" soon enough.)

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The only decent picture of us inside:

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Afterward we walked down Cannery Row and went down to the water.

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Brave little Ivy let Dad play in the water as it lapped the sand.

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Sophie wasn't into that.

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She stayed up high and played in the sand.

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As far from the water as she could possibly get.

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After that and a visit to my great-uncle's place in Carmel, we found the Dennis the Menace park.

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It was designed by the creater of the comic and is, quite possibly, the coolest public park we've ever been to. Not the best place to take a bunch of kids by yourself, though. There's no way you'd be able to keep an eye on more than one kid at a time. Luckily we're still 1-on-1.

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Sophie's a slide girl.

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This one kinda tickles as you slide down.

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This one throws you around like a ragdoll. She went on this one about 8 times.

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Ivy liked to walk around and point at stuff.

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And brave an occasional slide.

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But what she loves most of all is to climb.

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To climb things that a 19-month-old should have no business climbing.

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I stood behind her and spotted her, but she did all the climbing herself. When she got too high, I had to climb up myself so I could reach her. At that point, I was starting to freak out a little and kept my hands on her legs. She would have gone all the way up and onto the play structure if I hadn't have pulled her down. She's nuts.

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Steve and I both went down the slides, too.

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This one seriously makes you dizzy.

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I don't think there's a male on earth that could resist a zipline.

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After a long hour of playing (by then it was about 8PM), we got some drinks. . .

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went to a local pizza place, drove 90 minutes home, then plopped ourselves into bed. The girls slept until 9AM the next morning -- probably the latest in their lives. It takes a lot to wear them out.