Hannah & Savannah Go Bananas

We brought little cousin Savannah home with us for the weekend. She has 4 brothers and no sisters, so there was lots of anticipation about Savannah escaping to our house full of only girls. But as we started the 40 minute drive, we couldn't seem to leave the boys behind. The topic of conversation in the back seat went something like this:

S: Do you really have a boyfriend?

H: Yes. I have 1000.

S: Then which one will you marry?

H: I'll have to pick one out.

Today they were "twins" at church.

Sometimes I think twins are nice. Maybe not as babies, but after the age of 4 or 5, I think it would be fun to have twins.

Girls

Recently, as I sat in a doctor's waiting room, I overheard a conversation between a young couple expecting their first baby. Having just come from an ultrasound, they each called and texted people on their own cell phones, and this is what I heard from the father-to-be:





"You were wrong....Yep, get out the pink Harley. It's a girl.....Well, it sucks, but whatever."





I found it a little bit shocking to hear him talk that way, and then I just pitied that poor baby girl. If they don't want her, I'll take her! She would fit perfectly in my beautiful little set.

Photo by the fabulous Summer Murdock. See more here!

Stormy Weather

Front yard, May 24th

It's the last week of school. Summer vacation is supposed to start this Friday.

Our garden is planted, our winter clothes are rotated out of our drawers and into storage boxes, our bikes are oiled and pumped and ready for a nice long FHE ride.

And it is snowing today. Doug was whistling "Sleigh Ride" as he shaved and showered. Our poor tomato plants. Our lonely bikes. Our closets will have to make room for sweaters and boots again.

Or, I'll just have to stay in bed all day and read a book.

That's all I have to say about that.

Raising Little Ladies

Hannah and I were enjoying our afternoon story time, cuddled up in a cozy chair together. Among the stack of books Hannah chose that day was one of my favorites: Blueberries for Sal, by Robert McCloskey. Sal and her mother are picking blueberries on one side of Blueberry Hill, and Little Bear and his mother bear are eating berries on the other side of blueberry hill. Eventually, the little ones and their mothers get mixed up! When Sal's mother notices somebody taking a great big mouthful of berries from her pail, and realizes it's not her Little Sal, it reads:

"Little Sal's mother turned around and gasped, 'My goodness, you are not Little Sal! Where, oh where, is my little child?' "

Hannah began to quietly giggle as I read on. It is a very clever book, and when you have heard the story before and know that everything is alright in the end, it can be pretty comical. But Hannah's laughter continued, and it made me curious.

I stopped reading to ask her what was so funny.

Pointing to the picture, Hannah answered, "She gassed!"

Can you imagine it the way Hannah thought I was telling the story? Little Sal's mom was so surprised that when she turned around and saw little Bear, she gassed!

I don't know about other households, but in my own experience raising five daughters, the humor of bodily functions is not lost on sweet little girls.

For her birthday, I gave Olivia...

...a haircut!

Sunday morning I spent a good amount of time giving her a cute hairdo, but after church and a nap and the ordinary events of the day, I was disappointed that it looked like such a mess!

A cute mess, for sure, but definitely a mess.

So Monday morning, as Olivia officially completed two years of life, I snipped off two inches of her hair.

She cooperated pretty well during the process, but even when she got too wiggly for any hair cutting, she was willing to hold very still so that I would paint her fingernails pink.  She's trying to show them off, but I'm too focused on her cute little face.

The next thing I'm going to take scissors to is her B-I-N-K-Y.  Wish me luck!

Ta Da!

Olivia is two!