Friday, July 31, 2009
We hope to be back in the land of living again soon!
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Speaking of swimming...Wendy and I love to look back at old pictures of the kids on our computer. It always blows our mind to SEE how little they were, or to watch old videos and listen to the noises they made. (I know, we have a THREE YEAR OLD and a NINE MONTH OLD, and we're already reminiscing). So here's three years of Fiona in swimsuits, in the summers of '07, '08 and '09:
Saturday, July 18, 2009
I will blame us being busy for so many pictureless postings. To make up for that, here are the best ones I could find from the hundreds of new ones.
We have had fun with BOXES:
Some of us more than others:
Nora has started eating (ahem) real food:
She even likes pickles--she clearly gets that from
When the weather is nice, we go outside:
And when the weather is not nice,
we patiently wait for it to turn:
Fiona has begun to spell and try to read already:
Soon she will be driving:
The girls are starting to really play with one another:
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Haven't seen one this morning, but I am enjoying the opportunity to watch. And to watch Fiona as she does somersaults in the grass.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
And other days being a Mother feels like being at war or survival of the fittest. Who will break first? Who will cave in? Who will win the victory? On those days your child screams in your face, shouts NO at a decibel level that only mothers and dogs can hear, refuses to do anything you say, and makes you question your own sanity. You say a prayer out loud and under your breath for serenity.
The title of this post is what Fiona just told me when I found her hiding in her bathroom at nap time. She does this thing where she covers her eyes thinking that I can't see her and she was doing that in the dark by the bathtub. Some days, I will skip her nap and let the cards fall where they may. Today? Oh hell no--you are going in the bed child for 1 hour like it or lump it. Why? Because I have the flu and I just barely got Nora to fall asleep with a stuffy nose.
I am certain that Fiona is exhausted and sadly, I am also certain that she will be joining me in 59 minutes. Sigh....
Saturday, July 4, 2009
We get comments on her long, beautiful, and naturally curly hair all the time. However, it is hard to manage--often gets stuck in clothes and her armpits. I thought it was time to just give it a healthy trim knowing it will grow back.
Fiona enoyed the experience; she got to watch a movie, sit in a cool car, and got a sucker when she was done. The ladies there were in awe of Fi's vocab; she didn't stop talking the entire time. She even stopped and thanked everyone for her new haircut.
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