Fun little story for the weekend....
Holynd and I painted our toenails the other day. She loved it and it wasn't nearly as nerve-wracking as I thought it would be. She's getting to be kinda a smartie-pants though...
Mommy: Holynd, what color are your toenails?
Holynd: Blue
Mommy: No, they're orange.
Holynd: Umm.... Orange-Blue.
Mommy: No, pretty sure they're just orange.
Holynd: (Big Sigh) Ok, Orangey-Blue.
Mommy: Sure.
:)
PS: We bought a Volvo.... VRRROOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Addicted...
Lori! This post is for you!
We were playing in Holynd's playhouse. I "knocked" on the door, she answered and said, "Hi! Can I help you?" I laughed and said "Yes! Will you help me?" (I had no idea where she was going with this...)
Then she said, "You wanted a diet coke??"
"YES!!!" I said.
Then she proceed to "fill" my "coke" in the play kitchen and hand it out the door.
"You're welcome mommy." She said. "Drive away!"
I may have to limit my drink runs.
Pretty sure I'm up for Mother of the Year!
We were playing in Holynd's playhouse. I "knocked" on the door, she answered and said, "Hi! Can I help you?" I laughed and said "Yes! Will you help me?" (I had no idea where she was going with this...)
Then she said, "You wanted a diet coke??"
"YES!!!" I said.
Then she proceed to "fill" my "coke" in the play kitchen and hand it out the door.
"You're welcome mommy." She said. "Drive away!"
I may have to limit my drink runs.
Pretty sure I'm up for Mother of the Year!
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Foregoing
I have two things I am foregoing... One of which is a permanent foregoing, the other is a temporary one.
1. Baby food - Permanent on Sloanie's behalf. It sucks. I hate baby food. She hates it. We've moved on. So far she's enjoyed: Fresh carrots, Tator Tot Casserole, Homemade Black Beans, Asparagus, Fresh Bananas, Fresh Pineapple (which has turned into her favorite) and Mac and Cheese. Tonight she will have Chicken Stuffing Casserole. I have to admit, it's nice to have one of the girls eat my cooking. Holynd is too much of a control freak to have her dinner chosen for her. She sets her own menu- usually it's grilled cheese, yogurt, fruit, chicken nuggets or cereal. Sometimes she'll sneak in a hot dog to keep it interesting. I can't figure her out... Sometimes she wants chips for dinner, which seems typical for a 2 year old, but other times she wants to eat raw potatoes right out the fridge... Not so typical.
2. Potty Training - I attempted again this morning. It lasted a whole 30 minutes. After listening to Holynd sob uncontrollably about wearing Dora panties and refusing to sit on the potty, I quit. She gets to the point where I know she has to go, she knows she has to go, but she can not figure out how to PEE SITTING DOWN! It's weird. But, she sits on the potty, groans in pain because she has to go SO BAD and then stands up and pees... I'm over it. Temporary foregoing-ness.
In other news, we may have found a new car. I say "may" because this new car dream seems to be something the Lord and my husband just like to dangle in front of me, just out of reach, to see how crazy I'll go. Sigh... Someday...
1. Baby food - Permanent on Sloanie's behalf. It sucks. I hate baby food. She hates it. We've moved on. So far she's enjoyed: Fresh carrots, Tator Tot Casserole, Homemade Black Beans, Asparagus, Fresh Bananas, Fresh Pineapple (which has turned into her favorite) and Mac and Cheese. Tonight she will have Chicken Stuffing Casserole. I have to admit, it's nice to have one of the girls eat my cooking. Holynd is too much of a control freak to have her dinner chosen for her. She sets her own menu- usually it's grilled cheese, yogurt, fruit, chicken nuggets or cereal. Sometimes she'll sneak in a hot dog to keep it interesting. I can't figure her out... Sometimes she wants chips for dinner, which seems typical for a 2 year old, but other times she wants to eat raw potatoes right out the fridge... Not so typical.
2. Potty Training - I attempted again this morning. It lasted a whole 30 minutes. After listening to Holynd sob uncontrollably about wearing Dora panties and refusing to sit on the potty, I quit. She gets to the point where I know she has to go, she knows she has to go, but she can not figure out how to PEE SITTING DOWN! It's weird. But, she sits on the potty, groans in pain because she has to go SO BAD and then stands up and pees... I'm over it. Temporary foregoing-ness.
In other news, we may have found a new car. I say "may" because this new car dream seems to be something the Lord and my husband just like to dangle in front of me, just out of reach, to see how crazy I'll go. Sigh... Someday...
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
We Heart 'The Hives'
From the day we found out we were pregnant, Matt and I have wanted our babies to love music as much as we do. We love to have "dance parties", but today I decided we needed to capture it.
Holynd keeps telling me "Mom! I rock 'n round!" My favorite part is when she stops to suck on her binkie for 2 seconds and then keeps dancing!
PS: This is one of my most favorite songs!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Learning to be grateful for...
Hot water.
Our water heater exploded last night. It was awesome. It flooded the condos below us and today I am without any hot water. Luckily, it exploded right AFTER I had bathed Holynd and Sloane.
Which was good because Holynd had eaten 90,000 Valentine's Tootsie Rolls and was covered!
Matt had to "bath" in the sink this morning, which was interesting and now whenever I turn a tap on water shoots everywhere because of all the air in the pipes. (You ought to hear the sounds the toilet makes when someone flushes! Pretty crazy!) Ugh, and my sink is full of dishes that will have to be washed by hand in cold water. Maybe I'll boil water on my stove... maybe. But then I'd have to turn on a tap, which means water would go everywhere... Barf!
Could this day be anymore awesome?!
No worries though, they're out there putting in new water heater right now. For the next couple of days, I will be saying prayers everytime I turn on hot water.
Sometimes I think the Lord has a sense of humor in the ways he reminds us to be grateful.
Husband! No water = no "Clean-Bathroom-Tuesday" = very frustrated wife = husband who takes his wife out for fish tacos = wife who "disappears" during lunch to shop = less frustrated wife = Chili and homemade corn bread for dinner....
:)
Our water heater exploded last night. It was awesome. It flooded the condos below us and today I am without any hot water. Luckily, it exploded right AFTER I had bathed Holynd and Sloane.
Which was good because Holynd had eaten 90,000 Valentine's Tootsie Rolls and was covered!
Matt had to "bath" in the sink this morning, which was interesting and now whenever I turn a tap on water shoots everywhere because of all the air in the pipes. (You ought to hear the sounds the toilet makes when someone flushes! Pretty crazy!) Ugh, and my sink is full of dishes that will have to be washed by hand in cold water. Maybe I'll boil water on my stove... maybe. But then I'd have to turn on a tap, which means water would go everywhere... Barf!
Could this day be anymore awesome?!
No worries though, they're out there putting in new water heater right now. For the next couple of days, I will be saying prayers everytime I turn on hot water.
Sometimes I think the Lord has a sense of humor in the ways he reminds us to be grateful.
Husband! No water = no "Clean-Bathroom-Tuesday" = very frustrated wife = husband who takes his wife out for fish tacos = wife who "disappears" during lunch to shop = less frustrated wife = Chili and homemade corn bread for dinner....
:)
Monday, February 14, 2011
Who needs it!?
Sloane was quite busy today.
She started out here. On the living room rug, in the middle of all her toys.
She ended up chasing one of the toys into the kitchen.
She started down the hallway before she noticed that she was very far from where she started.
No wonder she hasn't attempted crawling yet. Apparently, she doesn't need it.
She started out here. On the living room rug, in the middle of all her toys.
She ended up chasing one of the toys into the kitchen.
She started down the hallway before she noticed that she was very far from where she started.
No wonder she hasn't attempted crawling yet. Apparently, she doesn't need it.
I hope everyone is having a happy Valentine's Day. We celebrated with new spring clothes and new Spongebob DVD's... (Matt and I got our gifts, new phones, a month ago... We're pretty lame!)
I'm also making some very yummy cajun shrimp for my hubby... (My man is pretty simple. As long as he gets a yummy homecooked meal, he's happy.) Holynd is chipping in by helping me make garlic mashed potatoes. It's gonna be quite the party!
Friday, February 11, 2011
Haven't gotten around to...
Working out yet.
Holynd is in the living room playing hockey with a plastic orange and the broom.
Sloane thinks it's hilarious.
I'm waiting for a crash and Holynd running up to me yelling, "So sorry mommy! So sorry!".
****
Oh, friday... We've waited so long for you. Maybe we'll go through the automatic car wash today as a celebration. (My babies love this... It's weird.)
Happy Valentine's Day!
PS: Holynd is still wearing the "tu-tu train". She slept with it over her Buzz jammies last night. Oh dear.
I'm off to do some yoga!
Holynd is in the living room playing hockey with a plastic orange and the broom.
Sloane thinks it's hilarious.
I'm waiting for a crash and Holynd running up to me yelling, "So sorry mommy! So sorry!".
****
Oh, friday... We've waited so long for you. Maybe we'll go through the automatic car wash today as a celebration. (My babies love this... It's weird.)
Happy Valentine's Day!
PS: Holynd is still wearing the "tu-tu train". She slept with it over her Buzz jammies last night. Oh dear.
I'm off to do some yoga!
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Eating Garlic Powder
Last night, my weekly dinner menu read: Speghetti and Meatballs, Salad and Breadsticks.
I love me some speghetti, so I was excited. Plus, I make pretty good homemade meatballs, if I do say so myself. Since I'm trying this new "thing" where I get Holynd to help make dinner, hoping that if she "helps" the control-freak in her will allow her to eat what she "made". (This has a 35% success rate).
I let her mix the seasonings while I stirred up the ground beef and eggs.
Side-note: The control freak in Holynd now insists that she dress herself. The "tu-tu train" pulled up to her armpits is, apparently, what princesses are wearing nowadays-according to Holynd. If you think this is funny, you ought to have seen what she wore on our lunch-date with G-ma today.... She actually had on a skirt + the "tu-tu train". I have no idea why it's called a "tu-tu train". Your guess is as good as mine.
After helping her add: Onion Powder, Garlic Powder, Italian Seasonings, Parsley, Salt and Pepper, this is what I witnessed:
Stir
Lick whisk
Gag
Dip
Lick whisk again
Gag
Stir
Lick whisk
Gag
Say "Mmmm Mommy, delicious".
Gag, cough.
"Uh... All done mommy.."
Needless to say, she didn't eat any meatballs that night.
Well, after this experience, she didn't eat ANYTHING last night.
Today was a crazy day. When Holynd was little, I remember being exhausted when I took her somewhere. I would get home and crash on the couch while Holynd, who always seems to be unphased by a crazy shopping trip, would play non-stop until bedtime. She still does this, but now instead of being exhausted after a shopping trip, I'm close to death. Not to mention the fact that, I don't dare go shopping alone for significant amounts of time. I can do the run into the mall, visit one store, run out, sorta shopping trip. But anything beyond that requires a husband or a G-ma. Props to those moms who can go out with more then two kids. Shopping with two kids does me in! I mean, what are you supposed to do with Child #1 while feeding Child #2?! Or what do you do when you have to pee and Child #1 somehow climbs out of the stroller and it peeping at random strangers under the stalls?! (THIS HAPPENS!) I kinda wish present-Tanshyle could go back and tell past-Tanshyle that shopping with one baby IS A PIECE OF CAKE!
This is probably wonderful news for Matt. If shopping with two kids was easier, I'd do it a lot more often. :)
I love me some speghetti, so I was excited. Plus, I make pretty good homemade meatballs, if I do say so myself. Since I'm trying this new "thing" where I get Holynd to help make dinner, hoping that if she "helps" the control-freak in her will allow her to eat what she "made". (This has a 35% success rate).
I let her mix the seasonings while I stirred up the ground beef and eggs.
Side-note: The control freak in Holynd now insists that she dress herself. The "tu-tu train" pulled up to her armpits is, apparently, what princesses are wearing nowadays-according to Holynd. If you think this is funny, you ought to have seen what she wore on our lunch-date with G-ma today.... She actually had on a skirt + the "tu-tu train". I have no idea why it's called a "tu-tu train". Your guess is as good as mine.
After helping her add: Onion Powder, Garlic Powder, Italian Seasonings, Parsley, Salt and Pepper, this is what I witnessed:
Stir
Lick whisk
Gag
Dip
Lick whisk again
Gag
Stir
Lick whisk
Gag
Say "Mmmm Mommy, delicious".
Gag, cough.
"Uh... All done mommy.."
Needless to say, she didn't eat any meatballs that night.
Well, after this experience, she didn't eat ANYTHING last night.
Today was a crazy day. When Holynd was little, I remember being exhausted when I took her somewhere. I would get home and crash on the couch while Holynd, who always seems to be unphased by a crazy shopping trip, would play non-stop until bedtime. She still does this, but now instead of being exhausted after a shopping trip, I'm close to death. Not to mention the fact that, I don't dare go shopping alone for significant amounts of time. I can do the run into the mall, visit one store, run out, sorta shopping trip. But anything beyond that requires a husband or a G-ma. Props to those moms who can go out with more then two kids. Shopping with two kids does me in! I mean, what are you supposed to do with Child #1 while feeding Child #2?! Or what do you do when you have to pee and Child #1 somehow climbs out of the stroller and it peeping at random strangers under the stalls?! (THIS HAPPENS!) I kinda wish present-Tanshyle could go back and tell past-Tanshyle that shopping with one baby IS A PIECE OF CAKE!
This is probably wonderful news for Matt. If shopping with two kids was easier, I'd do it a lot more often. :)
Monday, February 7, 2011
A Countdown at 1pm
10 toys have been drug out and then put away and then drug back out.
9 = the amount of times I have swept the floor
8 handfuls of cereal I have given Sloanie to keep her entertained while trying to scrub milk and yogurt out of the couch (Probably the reason the floor has been swept so much).
7 = the amount of times I have pulled Holynd out of the refridgerator. Yes, you may recall me mentioning that we needed to childproof of the fridge. It was childproofed. Holynd, however, figured out how to undo the latch in a week.
6 = the amount of times I have fed Sloane because she has an awful runny nose and thinks that non-stop nursing will help.
5 books have been read to children who don't want to take naps.
4 loads of laundry have been done because I'm trying to salvage a laundry day the best I can.
3 friends have been over. Which we love!
2 sippy cups full of milk which have had lids pulled off and spilled all over my couch
1 crayons have been eaten and then shared with Sloane. Sloane does not think crayons taste good. Holynd doesn't either, but she keeps eating them!
0 = the amount of times mom has been able to brush her teeth, shower, brush hair, change clothes, eat (nope haven't eaten yet), etc.
This countdown = the reason why I am an avid Diet Pepsi drinker.
This blog post = Holynd thinks it's facinating to watch me type, so we're typing random stuff to keep her happy while she eats lunch.
Husband, remember when you were on Christmas break and you were home with us in the mornings? Remember how you used to get up with the girls and I would be able to shower etc, while you helped with breakfast and what not? That was awesome.
I am officially putting everyone down for a nap.
I still think being a mom is the BEST job in the world.
9 = the amount of times I have swept the floor
8 handfuls of cereal I have given Sloanie to keep her entertained while trying to scrub milk and yogurt out of the couch (Probably the reason the floor has been swept so much).
7 = the amount of times I have pulled Holynd out of the refridgerator. Yes, you may recall me mentioning that we needed to childproof of the fridge. It was childproofed. Holynd, however, figured out how to undo the latch in a week.
6 = the amount of times I have fed Sloane because she has an awful runny nose and thinks that non-stop nursing will help.
5 books have been read to children who don't want to take naps.
4 loads of laundry have been done because I'm trying to salvage a laundry day the best I can.
3 friends have been over. Which we love!
2 sippy cups full of milk which have had lids pulled off and spilled all over my couch
1 crayons have been eaten and then shared with Sloane. Sloane does not think crayons taste good. Holynd doesn't either, but she keeps eating them!
0 = the amount of times mom has been able to brush her teeth, shower, brush hair, change clothes, eat (nope haven't eaten yet), etc.
This countdown = the reason why I am an avid Diet Pepsi drinker.
This blog post = Holynd thinks it's facinating to watch me type, so we're typing random stuff to keep her happy while she eats lunch.
Husband, remember when you were on Christmas break and you were home with us in the mornings? Remember how you used to get up with the girls and I would be able to shower etc, while you helped with breakfast and what not? That was awesome.
I am officially putting everyone down for a nap.
I still think being a mom is the BEST job in the world.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
R.I.P. Gator
I got a new laptop today. I will miss my "Gator" (My Gateway computer). We had a lot of good times. I applied to the U on that computer and shopped for wedding dresses. It was fun. But, it finally crashed. Friday night, poor Gator did everything short of raising the white surrender flag.
I am now blogging on a really cool Dell. It came from Nephi, UT. Long story, but if you ever need a really really spiffy Dell, Joe from Joe's Laptop Cafe in Nephi has nice ones! (I'm laughing as I write this, but this is really where we went because his laptops come with Microsoft Office already loaded on them. Matt needs Microsoft Access for school and it only comes on the MOST EXPENSIVE Microsoft Office set-up). C'mon! Have you ever heard of a computer store that has a cooler name then: Joe's Laptop Cafe! Anyways... Seriously, take a trip to Nephi! It's quite the party down there... No 3G though.
My laptop is so shiney and new. I hope it stays so perfect for a really long time.
I also hope it always has a 5 key, because Gator had been missing his 5 key for a very long time.
It's so nice to be able to type 5 and be able to press a button.
See... 55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555!
No worries though, my Uncle Dave hooked us up with all the music we could possibly handle and my phone has all my pictures on it. Nothing was lost and we got to meet Joe. :)
I am now blogging on a really cool Dell. It came from Nephi, UT. Long story, but if you ever need a really really spiffy Dell, Joe from Joe's Laptop Cafe in Nephi has nice ones! (I'm laughing as I write this, but this is really where we went because his laptops come with Microsoft Office already loaded on them. Matt needs Microsoft Access for school and it only comes on the MOST EXPENSIVE Microsoft Office set-up). C'mon! Have you ever heard of a computer store that has a cooler name then: Joe's Laptop Cafe! Anyways... Seriously, take a trip to Nephi! It's quite the party down there... No 3G though.
My laptop is so shiney and new. I hope it stays so perfect for a really long time.
I also hope it always has a 5 key, because Gator had been missing his 5 key for a very long time.
It's so nice to be able to type 5 and be able to press a button.
See... 55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555!
No worries though, my Uncle Dave hooked us up with all the music we could possibly handle and my phone has all my pictures on it. Nothing was lost and we got to meet Joe. :)
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Eating My Words...
Holynd had her two-year well check... Oh boy...
The day started out weird. Thursday is my second laundry day. (Monday is my first laundry day. It's also cleaning day. Well, Thursday kinda has become a second cleaning day too... Because, apparently, you have to add a cleaning day for every baby.) Anyway, I was hanging some laundry up to dry and my mind was wandering. I started thinking about how awful my washing machine was. I kept thinking about how all of Holynd's jammies were shrinking every time I washed them and how a new washing machine would pay for itself because I pretty much need to replace all of Holynd's clothes.
I don't know why it didn't dawn on me that NO ONE ELSE'S clothes were shrinking. Like my washing machine would actually be able to selectively shrink Holynd's clothes.
Anyway, I got even more frustrated when I put on Holynd's clothes and her shirt seemed really small. "Great. One of the last shirts that still fits and it has shrunk too."
I made mental notes to ask my wonderful husband to loosen the savings account purse strings so that I could get a decent washing machine.
I pushed all the frustration away and threw everyone in the car so that we could make the trip to the pediatricians office.
"Holynd smile 'cause you're going to the doctor!"
This is what I got. Awesome.
Well, I sat nervously in the doctor's office waiting for Matt to show up. I'm always nervous whenever I take Holynd to the doctor. After all the chaos we had after she was born, the nerves just seem to show up automatically. Not to the mention the fact that her growth has been so up and down that we never know what to expect.
Matt showed up and we took Holynd back. She was weighed (Well, Matt was weighed alone and then weighed again while holding her because she REFUSED to stand on the scale.) and then they measured her. And then came the waiting
Oh! How I hate waiting!
Enter our doctor. (I love our doctor). He started asking us same ole' questions... How does she eat? How often does she poop? Does she like books and toys... BLAH BLAH...
Then he got to her growth charts. I held my breath... ("Please be on the charts! Please!)
"Wow!" He said! "Take a look at this mom! 60th percent in weight. 91st in height!"
Matt and I's jaws hit the floor. WHAT!
"Yeah! She's grown almost 6 inches since her last appointment!"
Matt and I stare at each other. Both of us completely in shock! Holynd was in the 16th percentile at 18 months!
(I'm posting this as proof.)
Then he got serious.
"Now, we do measure BMI at 2 years old." He says. "85th percentile is still considered normal... Worrisome, but normal." I almost pass out! What is he saying?! Is he really going to tell us that she's getting chunky! "She's in the 13th percentile. So, pretty much, she has no fat on her either. Long and lean."
Then it dawns on me.... MY WASHING MACHINE ISN'T BROKEN! HOLYND HAS BEEN GROWING! Oh my h*ll, I'm the most terrible mother ever!
To end the story, Holynd received one vaccine and we were sent on our way.
We decided to take her out for a yummy lunch to help heal her wounds. GURU'S, which we love!
Sweet potato fries and nachos! What more could our little girl want!
Maybe a cookie from the Sweet Tooth Fairy. :)
My dear, sweet little Holynd,
You traitor. You joined the tall team without any warning. You have left me to defend the shorties all on my own.
I still love you bunchies!
Love,
Mom
:)
The day started out weird. Thursday is my second laundry day. (Monday is my first laundry day. It's also cleaning day. Well, Thursday kinda has become a second cleaning day too... Because, apparently, you have to add a cleaning day for every baby.) Anyway, I was hanging some laundry up to dry and my mind was wandering. I started thinking about how awful my washing machine was. I kept thinking about how all of Holynd's jammies were shrinking every time I washed them and how a new washing machine would pay for itself because I pretty much need to replace all of Holynd's clothes.
I don't know why it didn't dawn on me that NO ONE ELSE'S clothes were shrinking. Like my washing machine would actually be able to selectively shrink Holynd's clothes.
Anyway, I got even more frustrated when I put on Holynd's clothes and her shirt seemed really small. "Great. One of the last shirts that still fits and it has shrunk too."
I made mental notes to ask my wonderful husband to loosen the savings account purse strings so that I could get a decent washing machine.
I pushed all the frustration away and threw everyone in the car so that we could make the trip to the pediatricians office.
"Holynd smile 'cause you're going to the doctor!"
This is what I got. Awesome.
Well, I sat nervously in the doctor's office waiting for Matt to show up. I'm always nervous whenever I take Holynd to the doctor. After all the chaos we had after she was born, the nerves just seem to show up automatically. Not to the mention the fact that her growth has been so up and down that we never know what to expect.
Matt showed up and we took Holynd back. She was weighed (Well, Matt was weighed alone and then weighed again while holding her because she REFUSED to stand on the scale.) and then they measured her. And then came the waiting
Oh! How I hate waiting!
Enter our doctor. (I love our doctor). He started asking us same ole' questions... How does she eat? How often does she poop? Does she like books and toys... BLAH BLAH...
Then he got to her growth charts. I held my breath... ("Please be on the charts! Please!)
"Wow!" He said! "Take a look at this mom! 60th percent in weight. 91st in height!"
Matt and I's jaws hit the floor. WHAT!
"Yeah! She's grown almost 6 inches since her last appointment!"
Matt and I stare at each other. Both of us completely in shock! Holynd was in the 16th percentile at 18 months!
(I'm posting this as proof.)
Then he got serious.
"Now, we do measure BMI at 2 years old." He says. "85th percentile is still considered normal... Worrisome, but normal." I almost pass out! What is he saying?! Is he really going to tell us that she's getting chunky! "She's in the 13th percentile. So, pretty much, she has no fat on her either. Long and lean."
Then it dawns on me.... MY WASHING MACHINE ISN'T BROKEN! HOLYND HAS BEEN GROWING! Oh my h*ll, I'm the most terrible mother ever!
To end the story, Holynd received one vaccine and we were sent on our way.
We decided to take her out for a yummy lunch to help heal her wounds. GURU'S, which we love!
Sweet potato fries and nachos! What more could our little girl want!
Maybe a cookie from the Sweet Tooth Fairy. :)
My dear, sweet little Holynd,
You traitor. You joined the tall team without any warning. You have left me to defend the shorties all on my own.
I still love you bunchies!
Love,
Mom
:)
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
One Little Monkey Jumping on the Bed
Holynd's toddler bedding came today! I L-O-V-E IT! Holynd was excited about it too. (So was Buzz, but he always seems to be really excited...)
(Pretending to sleep...)
I'm not sure if Buzz "goes", but whatever makes her happy.
Sloanie Baloanie is very excited for her crib bedding to come soon!
(Pretending to sleep...)
I'm not sure if Buzz "goes", but whatever makes her happy.
Sloanie Baloanie is very excited for her crib bedding to come soon!
Maybe someday I'll get the nursery done. It was done at one time. However, it was only a matter of weeks until we found out another baby would be moving into the nursery. Since then, I've been slowly redoing everything so that the girls can share a room.
Now that I've looked at these pictures, I'm pretty sure it's time to put away the cradle (Sloane may be a little big for it) and quit using it as a stuffed-animal holder. I'm thinking the boppy-pillow may need to be put away also... We were using it to help Sloanie sit up and she's (obviously) mastered that.
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