I remembered a few more things about Elaine:
As part of our bedtime routine, I often rub the girls' feet (and/or hands) with lotion. They ask me nightly, "Can we rub tonight?" Sometimes I do; sometimes I don't. The first time I massaged Elaine's feet, I learned she doesn't want a massage so much as just a light rub. When I put massage pressure on her arch, she immediately held up her hand "stop" and said, "Don't push! Don't push--ever! If you push, I will be very frustrated!" She still reminds me often, "Don't push--ever!"
Another night-time request of Elaine's, after Mariah has gone to sleep, is, "I want you to rub my head and my hand at the same time with no lotion."
During night-time cuddle time, she loves me to tell her stories: "Tell me a story about a time when I was scared," is the latest. Some of the other favorites are about "when Mariah was a baby," "when I was 2," "when I was a baby." Each story must be "one you haven't told before." I'm running out.
She and Elaine are always taking little drawings and notes to our next-door neighbors. They're an older couple, and also happen to be our landlords. Wonderful, kind people. Anyway, last week one day, Mariah and Elaine ran over with a picture. When they got back, Mariah reported that Elaine had done all the talking and that Mr. G (name withheld for privacy) had answered the door. Elaine said, "Mr. G said he's too old to play." (It was later confirmed by Mr. G himself that Elaine had indeed invited him out to play.)
Monday, November 21, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Elaine
As part of my October catch-up, I've decided to do a post on each girl. I always find myself thinking I should write down the cute and funny things they say, but I rarely do it, and then I forget.
I'm starting with Elaine, because so often she is the last to be noticed in this high-maintenance crowd. So, I'm going to try to remember, off hand, all the fun things about my Elaine. She is a kick!
Speaking of that last-to-be-noticed thing, about 6 months ago, she seemed to notice that around here, the squeaky wheel gets the grease. She decided to start squeaking! And squawking. And screaming! She's always had a voice when she's wanted to, but oh-my-goodness! She is one loud little squirt. Often several times a day. Nobody would know it elsewhere; she's as quiet as a mouse. But at home, she's our loudest, for sure.
Elaine loves to sing! And the loud voice goes right along with it. She belts out songs she's made up. The tunes are usually a mix of primary or church songs, Mozart (pronounced by her and Mariah with the emphasis on the z and second syllable, "moZZART"), Christmas songs, and melodies she makes up herself. The lyrics are also a mix of known songs and her own stories about what's going on. Kind of a stream-of-consciousness thing. I love it! Her songs are one of the things I'm always thinking I should write down. But of course, I don't, and I've forgotten the lyrics. One I do remember was the day Mike got home from his grandpa's funeral. She was playing and singing, at the top of her lungs, "I love our family all together!" over and over again. Her favorite song right now is a reverence song from nursery: "Open and shut them, open and shut them. Fold them in your lap!" Complete with actions. She also loves "Praise to the Man" but doesn't know all the words. The other day in Walmart, she belted it for all to hear, humming mixed with the few words she does know. In a previous life (6 months ago) I would have shushed her, but in my current keep-calm-and-carry-on, stay-regulated-and-emotionally-present life, I grinned and let her sing on.
Lainey used to be my best sleeper; she's now my worst! She has a lot of anxieties about Mariah and life in general. She wants to share a room with Mariah, but it also makes her nervous. I think there are also other things going on in her little mind that I haven't gotten to the bottom of yet. She's usually awake until somewhere between 9 and 10pm (in bed at 7pm), and she's up just after 6am. Not enough sleep for a 3-year-old. She'll still take a pretty good nap--usually 2 hours, but nights are beastly. For the past 3 months, Mike or I have been lying down on their floor at night to help them calm down and go to sleep. Mariah, pretty consistently now, falls asleep within 5-10 minutes. Elaine has yet to fall asleep with us still in the room (45 minutes to an hour). In our discussions about the problem, she has told me she sleeps with her eyes open, which means she is not falling asleep until she can literally no longer keep her eyes open. Mike has given her a couple of priesthood blessings to help her not be scared of "monster dreams." "This too shall pass" is my motto.
She loves to make believe. With dolls, stuffed guys, little people, anything really. I love listening to her; when she pretends, it sounds like she's reading a book; whenever one of her guys says something, it sounds something like this: "'I'm going to the ball,' said Snow White. 'Oh,' said the prince, 'Can I come too?'"
She and Mariah are really into playing doctor right now. "You doctor me, and then I'll doctor you." I think it has something to do with Mariah's incident with stitches.
She loves everything princess, as every 3-year-old girl should.
Elaine loves riding her strider bike. Since Mariah's crash, she has said several times (usually just before a ride), "I will never fall off my strider bike!" The last time we went, she started doing this hillarious, slow-motion thing with her legs, where she quickly pushes off with alternating legs, but then the in-between-through-the-air leg movement is in slow motion. Not sure if that description allows you to picture it, but it's very funny. She does it with a funny little grin on her face.
She also loves going for walks with her stroller, and her favorite destination (on strider bikes or walks) is the "lake" (pond) to throw rocks in the water. One time when we were at the pond, I got a really weird feeling like we should leave. I told the girls, "Girls, I have a funny feeling; I need you to walk up the stairs as quickly as you can. We need to leave right now." They were (thankfully) very obedient. I explained when we were safely away that I thought it was the Holy Ghost telling me it wasn't safe to be there right then. Now, whenever we go there, Elaine asks, "Did Heavenly Father not tell you to leave?" or "Do you not have a funny feeling?"
Elaine loves saying prayers. She asks for help every time, but she finishes all the sentences, and elaborates where she needs to. She loves praying for other people and is always certain to include Grandma Orva "that she'll recover quickly and not have casts on her arm (or foot or neck--whichever she feels like saying at the time)," or ". . . and that she will not have sores anymore." And for Grandma Carol "that she will recover quickly and not be sad," or "that she will be comfitted and not be sad." And, once in a while still, for Grandpa Joe "that he'll be able to walk better and run better." She also always includes "Victor on his mission."
She asks, usually several times each day, if they can do Starfall. Sometimes I let them. (Mariah is the navigator, as Elaine chooses the activity.)
Elaine has been our queen of mispronunciations. There have been dozens. I might just have to add to this list as I think of them, but here's what I can remember now:
"New" pants. (She has such short little legs. These are size 3, but most of her pants range from 18 months to 2T.)
Watching Mariah at horse riding. She has gotten to ride a few times and loves it! But she's a great sport when she doesn't get to ride and just has to watch. (I think the cookie at the end helps.)
Lainey loves doing puzzles. She's better at them than she will usually let on. She likes to get me involved, so she'll pretend to not know where pieces go. She and Mariah did these puzzles one day.
She loves to color, draw, and "write my name" (a squiggly line across the page). She colored these pictures for Grandma Carol when Grandpa Joe died.
I'm starting with Elaine, because so often she is the last to be noticed in this high-maintenance crowd. So, I'm going to try to remember, off hand, all the fun things about my Elaine. She is a kick!
Speaking of that last-to-be-noticed thing, about 6 months ago, she seemed to notice that around here, the squeaky wheel gets the grease. She decided to start squeaking! And squawking. And screaming! She's always had a voice when she's wanted to, but oh-my-goodness! She is one loud little squirt. Often several times a day. Nobody would know it elsewhere; she's as quiet as a mouse. But at home, she's our loudest, for sure.
Elaine loves to sing! And the loud voice goes right along with it. She belts out songs she's made up. The tunes are usually a mix of primary or church songs, Mozart (pronounced by her and Mariah with the emphasis on the z and second syllable, "moZZART"), Christmas songs, and melodies she makes up herself. The lyrics are also a mix of known songs and her own stories about what's going on. Kind of a stream-of-consciousness thing. I love it! Her songs are one of the things I'm always thinking I should write down. But of course, I don't, and I've forgotten the lyrics. One I do remember was the day Mike got home from his grandpa's funeral. She was playing and singing, at the top of her lungs, "I love our family all together!" over and over again. Her favorite song right now is a reverence song from nursery: "Open and shut them, open and shut them. Fold them in your lap!" Complete with actions. She also loves "Praise to the Man" but doesn't know all the words. The other day in Walmart, she belted it for all to hear, humming mixed with the few words she does know. In a previous life (6 months ago) I would have shushed her, but in my current keep-calm-and-carry-on, stay-regulated-and-emotionally-present life, I grinned and let her sing on.
Lainey used to be my best sleeper; she's now my worst! She has a lot of anxieties about Mariah and life in general. She wants to share a room with Mariah, but it also makes her nervous. I think there are also other things going on in her little mind that I haven't gotten to the bottom of yet. She's usually awake until somewhere between 9 and 10pm (in bed at 7pm), and she's up just after 6am. Not enough sleep for a 3-year-old. She'll still take a pretty good nap--usually 2 hours, but nights are beastly. For the past 3 months, Mike or I have been lying down on their floor at night to help them calm down and go to sleep. Mariah, pretty consistently now, falls asleep within 5-10 minutes. Elaine has yet to fall asleep with us still in the room (45 minutes to an hour). In our discussions about the problem, she has told me she sleeps with her eyes open, which means she is not falling asleep until she can literally no longer keep her eyes open. Mike has given her a couple of priesthood blessings to help her not be scared of "monster dreams." "This too shall pass" is my motto.
She loves to make believe. With dolls, stuffed guys, little people, anything really. I love listening to her; when she pretends, it sounds like she's reading a book; whenever one of her guys says something, it sounds something like this: "'I'm going to the ball,' said Snow White. 'Oh,' said the prince, 'Can I come too?'"
She and Mariah are really into playing doctor right now. "You doctor me, and then I'll doctor you." I think it has something to do with Mariah's incident with stitches.
She loves everything princess, as every 3-year-old girl should.
Elaine loves riding her strider bike. Since Mariah's crash, she has said several times (usually just before a ride), "I will never fall off my strider bike!" The last time we went, she started doing this hillarious, slow-motion thing with her legs, where she quickly pushes off with alternating legs, but then the in-between-through-the-air leg movement is in slow motion. Not sure if that description allows you to picture it, but it's very funny. She does it with a funny little grin on her face.
She also loves going for walks with her stroller, and her favorite destination (on strider bikes or walks) is the "lake" (pond) to throw rocks in the water. One time when we were at the pond, I got a really weird feeling like we should leave. I told the girls, "Girls, I have a funny feeling; I need you to walk up the stairs as quickly as you can. We need to leave right now." They were (thankfully) very obedient. I explained when we were safely away that I thought it was the Holy Ghost telling me it wasn't safe to be there right then. Now, whenever we go there, Elaine asks, "Did Heavenly Father not tell you to leave?" or "Do you not have a funny feeling?"
Elaine loves saying prayers. She asks for help every time, but she finishes all the sentences, and elaborates where she needs to. She loves praying for other people and is always certain to include Grandma Orva "that she'll recover quickly and not have casts on her arm (or foot or neck--whichever she feels like saying at the time)," or ". . . and that she will not have sores anymore." And for Grandma Carol "that she will recover quickly and not be sad," or "that she will be comfitted and not be sad." And, once in a while still, for Grandpa Joe "that he'll be able to walk better and run better." She also always includes "Victor on his mission."
She asks, usually several times each day, if they can do Starfall. Sometimes I let them. (Mariah is the navigator, as Elaine chooses the activity.)
Elaine has been our queen of mispronunciations. There have been dozens. I might just have to add to this list as I think of them, but here's what I can remember now:
- winky wogs (lincoln logs)
- gween gwink (green drink)
- lellow (yellow)
- corn-and-buh-cob (corn on the cob)
- grill-tilla (tortilla)
- bean booger (bean burger)
- guhl (girl)
- hippomapotomas
- pipple (purple)
- preformance (performance)
- tormado (tornado--learned from Mariah)
- sour frosting (sour cream. She's only had it (the vegan variety) a few times. She really likes it--obviously.)
She calls our doctor "Dr. Seuss." (We just got a whole bunch of Dr. Seuss books at a garage sale, for $1 each!)
Her favorite foods are grilled cheez dipped in cheez sauce, and "beans-rice-and-corn-with-red-sauce-and-green-sauce-not-mixed" (that's how she says it every time). She also loves green drinks and is usually the first to "slurp" hers. (I always serve green drink in "slurping cups" (the little plastic cups from Walmart with an attached straw). I can't remember how it started, but I make a big deal of them finishing their green drinks--when I can hear the slurping sound.) She tolerates oatmeal for breakfast, with bananas in it, no raisins, and "honey and milk not mixed." When she finishes, she often asks for grapenuts, frozen blueberries, or "dry cereal in a cup."
Elaine is constantly thinking about, and, therefore, talking about Heavenly Father and Jesus. She asks often about when Jesus is coming again. In her pretending she tells her sick and/or hurt guys, "It's ok. Heavenly Father will heal your knee, just like He healed mine," etc.
She loves to dance and is getting quite good.
Elaine has really fun mannerisms. She loves her tongue and it sticks out often: when she's working hard; when she's embarrassed; when she's excited; etc. She also often swings her arms and shrugs her shoulders forward and up.
She calls everyone "Sweetie." To Mariah, "Sorry, Sweetie, I didn't mean to." Or, "Oh, Sweetie, I'm playing with that right now, so you can't play with it."
We're really working on talking about our feelings instead of screaming. She (sometimes) does pretty well for a 3-year-old. Here are a few of my favorites:
- "I'm feeling really angry and sad about that. Please don't do that!"
- "Mom, please don't get frustrated at me!"
- "Mom, are you not frustrated anymore?"
- "Mom, are you happy?"
- "Mom, are you not angry anymore?"
Elaine is definitely 3 and vacillates between needing to do everything herself to needing to be the baby and have me do everything for her. Back and forth, back and forth, several times each day.
Elaine loves reading. Anytime I need to leave the room to nurse Sally or take a shower, or something, I have M and E in separate rooms, either playing with one toy, or reading books. Elaine often chooses books in the crib. She chooses about 20 books (literally), stacks them up (Sally has started mimicking this), and needs me to carry them to the crib. (She still sleeps in the crib during naps, and at night if she won't stay in her bed. She feels safe there from Mariah, I think.) She also still uses a pacifier and her special blanket to sleep. On especially hard days, she asks to go read books in the crib with her pacifier and blanket, just for some soothing time. I actually took the pacifier away (threw it away) back in January when it got gnawed to death, and she did without for 2+ months. But when she was still asking for it on a daily basis, I figured her little life is stressful enough, the least I could do was allow her something to be able to soothe herself when she needs to. So, she's 3 1/2 and still uses a pacifier. Oh well.
She loves her blanket. Marian crocheted it for her when she was born. She has rubbed one of the corners so much it has a funny little kink in it. She calls it "my part." She comes to my room in the middle of the night sometimes, "I can't find my part." She rubs it on her nose as she goes to sleep. (She absolutely loves the story in this month's Friend about Emily and her special blanket called "Pinkie." Emily rubs her nose with Pinkie, and it helps her think of beautiful things. The first time (of many) I read it to her, Elaine grinned from ear to ear when we got to that part.)
Because Mike and I insisted for so long that the girls could not get out of bed until 7am, she thinks that's when everyone in the world is allowed to wake up. When we talk about anybody waking up, she'll say, "'Cause it was 7?"
Lainey is at that stage where she's trying to figure out the timing of things--past, present, and future. She gets all confused: "Before I lived in heaven, when I was a mom, before I was in your tummy?" and things like that.
Well, that's all I can think of right now. I love my little Lainey! I love her still-squishiness, her laugh, and her fireball personality. I think she's gorgeous (I'm allowed to say that as her mom, right?), and I'm afraid we're going to have quite the arsenal to keep the boys away.
Here are a few pictures from the past couple of months:
Showing me her blueberry hands (and arms and forehead).
"New" pants. (She has such short little legs. These are size 3, but most of her pants range from 18 months to 2T.)
Watching Mariah at horse riding. She has gotten to ride a few times and loves it! But she's a great sport when she doesn't get to ride and just has to watch. (I think the cookie at the end helps.)
Lainey loves doing puzzles. She's better at them than she will usually let on. She likes to get me involved, so she'll pretend to not know where pieces go. She and Mariah did these puzzles one day.
She loves to color, draw, and "write my name" (a squiggly line across the page). She colored these pictures for Grandma Carol when Grandpa Joe died.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Grandpa Joe
Mike's Grandpa died a couple weeks ago. He was an amazing man; I'm so thankful to have known him.
Our girls were able to spend some time with him this summer. One of their best memories of our trip to Idaho was Grandpa Joe reading Three Little Pigs to them. Grandpa had Parkinsons, and the girls were concerned that he couldn't walk very fast. They always included Grandpa Joe in their prayers: "Please bless Grandpa Joe that he'll be able to walk and run."
As much as we will miss Grandpa Joe, his death gave us the opportunity to teach the girls on a more personal level about The Plan of Salvation. We talked about where Grandpa Joe's spirit is now. Elaine immediately piped up, "So he can walk and run now?!" Yes. He can! (For about a week, though, she continued to pray for Grandpa Joe to be able to walk and run. Now she prays for Grandma Carol to be "comfitted" and "to not be sad.")
Mike flew out for the funeral. I was more than slightly worried about handling life on my own for 4 days, but I know many prayers were offered on my behalf, and we really did quite well. I'm so glad Mike was able to be there. (Mike got back Sunday night, and about mid-afternoon, I started feeling my patience wax thin. I thought to myself, "Hmm. People must assume Mike's home and have stopped praying for me. I'm on my own again." I really felt everyone's prayers while he was gone. I definitely had strength beyond my own.)
After the funeral, Grandma Carol started trying to clean out. She gave a few fun momentos to Mike to bring home to the girls: some dress-ups, hand-made (I believe) by Mike's aunts; and The Three Little Pigs. The girls were overjoyed!
Sal insisted on wearing some of the finery, so I rigged a little dress for her.
Examining a kelly doll dress.
She decided it might look good on top, I guess, and tried to put it on.
Here's Grandpa's obituary:
Our girls were able to spend some time with him this summer. One of their best memories of our trip to Idaho was Grandpa Joe reading Three Little Pigs to them. Grandpa had Parkinsons, and the girls were concerned that he couldn't walk very fast. They always included Grandpa Joe in their prayers: "Please bless Grandpa Joe that he'll be able to walk and run."
As much as we will miss Grandpa Joe, his death gave us the opportunity to teach the girls on a more personal level about The Plan of Salvation. We talked about where Grandpa Joe's spirit is now. Elaine immediately piped up, "So he can walk and run now?!" Yes. He can! (For about a week, though, she continued to pray for Grandpa Joe to be able to walk and run. Now she prays for Grandma Carol to be "comfitted" and "to not be sad.")
Mike flew out for the funeral. I was more than slightly worried about handling life on my own for 4 days, but I know many prayers were offered on my behalf, and we really did quite well. I'm so glad Mike was able to be there. (Mike got back Sunday night, and about mid-afternoon, I started feeling my patience wax thin. I thought to myself, "Hmm. People must assume Mike's home and have stopped praying for me. I'm on my own again." I really felt everyone's prayers while he was gone. I definitely had strength beyond my own.)
After the funeral, Grandma Carol started trying to clean out. She gave a few fun momentos to Mike to bring home to the girls: some dress-ups, hand-made (I believe) by Mike's aunts; and The Three Little Pigs. The girls were overjoyed!
Sal insisted on wearing some of the finery, so I rigged a little dress for her.
Examining a kelly doll dress.
She decided it might look good on top, I guess, and tried to put it on.
Here's Grandpa's obituary:
Joseph C. George
Joseph Carl George passed away at his home Saturday, Nov. 5, 2011, as a result of complications of Parkinson's disease. His family cared for him with the assistance of Solace Hospice of Rigby.
He was born in Rigby on April 18, 1927, and was 84 years of age. His parents were Hilmer M. George and Edith Kinghorn George. He attended school in Rigby, where he excelled in scholarship and athletics. Following his high school graduation in 1945, he enlisted in the U.S. Navy with a group of his friends. At the conclusion of the war, he received an honorable discharge and returned home, where he attended Ricks College for one year. He served as class president at Ricks and then left for an LDS mission to the Northern/ Great Lakes States mission. He served under President Creed Haymond, and chose to follow in his profession. Following his mission he completed his pre-dentistry classes at Brigham Young University in Provo.
Joe met Carol Cordner of Stillwater, Oklahoma, at the beginning of the school year and they were married in the Idaho Falls Temple on June 19, 1951.
In 1955, he graduated from Northwestern University Dental School in Chicago. He and Carol and their three children returned to Rigby to live and he began his practice of dentistry upstairs over the Royal Theatre. In a few years he built his dental office on Main Street. Dr. George enjoyed his work and the association with his assistants and office managers. He especially enjoyed the opportunity to know his patient families who came from throughout Jefferson County. Joe loved Rigby and appreciated being able to raise and educate his family of eight children in this growing community. In 2010, Joe and Carol received the Lifetime Service Award from the Chamber of Commerce.
His commitment to his church was a top priority in his life and Joe served as a Scout Master and Bishop of the Rigby 4th Ward. In the organization of the Rigby Stake, he served as Executive Secretary, High Counselor, Counselor in the Rigby Stake presidency, and served for almost ten years as the Rigby Stake Mission President. He enjoyed teaching, speaking and missionary service.
Joe loved Idaho and the opportunities it presented to hunt and fish. Ice fishing with his brother, Reynold, was an important activity after he retired. He was a fine gardener. His family was the center of his interest and affection.
Joe is survived by his wife of 60 years, Carol, and the following children: Cyndi (Lyle) Wakefield of Rexburg, Joseph D. (Barbara) of Salt Lake City, Richard (Sally) of Rigby, Kenneth (Rose) of Bountiful, Utah, James D. (Shaunna) of Provo, Utah, Mary Beth (Ward) Wright of Orem, Utah, Ralph K. (Cathy) of Rexburg, and Susan (Craig) Bell, of Rexburg. He was the proud and happy grandfather of 40 grandchildren and 29 great-grandchildren. He is survived by two brothers: H. Reynold George of Idaho Falls, and Dr. Dennis George of Boise, Idaho.
He was preceded in death by his parents, an infant daughter, an infant brother, and his brother, Donal, who was lost during a flight over the Sea of Japan at the conclusion of the Korean War.
Funeral services will be held at 1 p.m. Saturday, Nov. 12, 2011, at the Rigby Stake Center, 258 W. First St. North, Rigby. The family will receive friends from 6:30 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. Friday at Eckersell Memorial Chapel, 101 W. Main St. Rigby, and for one hour prior to services at the church. Burial will be in Rigby Pioneer Cemetery under the care of Eckersell Memorial Chapel in Rigby.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Also in September . . . .
We had a play date at our friends' house. Here's a very blurry phone picture of M and E with Evan (and Sally's head).
We went to dinner at Cheesecake Factory with a bunch of Mike's LDS classmates and their families. Great group of people! It was a gorgeous day, and we waited (and then ate) outside.
Mariah showing me her bracelets.
The girl standing next to Elaine (behind Mike's face (Sorry, Babe.)) is also named Elaine.
September: Silly Sally
My Sal is a goof ball. And she knows it. Here are some random pictures of her in September:
Always dressing up in fancies.
Posing for a picture, wearing doll cowboy boots.
And here's Elaine, when she was a few months younger than Sal, wearing the same boots.
Putting cheerios on her forehead to please the crowd.
She often takes whatever snack she's eating and lounges on the love sac.
She is athletic, coordinated, and a dare devil. A dangerous combo for such a little lady. She climbs on everything, but has no sense of what might be impossible for someone her size. Just after I took this picture, I had to run over and catch her as she tried to jump off the box. Yeah. Like I said . . . .
Always dressing up in fancies.
Posing for a picture, wearing doll cowboy boots.
And here's Elaine, when she was a few months younger than Sal, wearing the same boots.
Putting cheerios on her forehead to please the crowd.
She often takes whatever snack she's eating and lounges on the love sac.
She is athletic, coordinated, and a dare devil. A dangerous combo for such a little lady. She climbs on everything, but has no sense of what might be impossible for someone her size. Just after I took this picture, I had to run over and catch her as she tried to jump off the box. Yeah. Like I said . . . .
And here's a pretty un-eventful video of Sal saying "yum yum yum" about her grapes:
Monday, November 14, 2011
September: Zoo
We love our zoo. They have a great kids' area that's especially fun when it's hot. There's a splash area and stream. The girls love it!
These pictures are from 2 different times we went in September. The first time I wasn't bargaining for 100-degree weather, so the girls are in their clothes, and I didn't have the camera, so the pictures are from my phone. The second time I was more prepared.
We go to the zoo often and really have a good time. Two of our recent visits, however, were marred by Sally losing a shoe. On the second visit pictured here, she lost one of her little tennis shoes. I hiked all the way back across the zoo to where I last knew she had it. People even said they saw it and told us where it was, but by the time we got there, it was gone. Whoever picked it up did not turn it in. Who wants ONE little baby shoe?
The very next time we went, I could not believe it: She lost one of her little water shoes. This time I was checking every few minutes because I was so paranoid from the previous time, so I knew we were only a few minutes from where I last knew she had it. No luck. Gone. Again, who would want just one little water shoe?
They still have not been turned in. I check each time we go. I'm really bummed about it. We don't really have replacements, so I'll be buying her shoes before we go to Utah for Christmas.
Eating rocks.
Eating grapes.
Eating dirt.
Building a dam. (Which is all fun and good until the 4-year-old drops a big rock on a little boy's head.)
Shoe-less Sally admired the goats from a safe distance.
These pictures are from 2 different times we went in September. The first time I wasn't bargaining for 100-degree weather, so the girls are in their clothes, and I didn't have the camera, so the pictures are from my phone. The second time I was more prepared.
We go to the zoo often and really have a good time. Two of our recent visits, however, were marred by Sally losing a shoe. On the second visit pictured here, she lost one of her little tennis shoes. I hiked all the way back across the zoo to where I last knew she had it. People even said they saw it and told us where it was, but by the time we got there, it was gone. Whoever picked it up did not turn it in. Who wants ONE little baby shoe?
The very next time we went, I could not believe it: She lost one of her little water shoes. This time I was checking every few minutes because I was so paranoid from the previous time, so I knew we were only a few minutes from where I last knew she had it. No luck. Gone. Again, who would want just one little water shoe?
They still have not been turned in. I check each time we go. I'm really bummed about it. We don't really have replacements, so I'll be buying her shoes before we go to Utah for Christmas.
Eating rocks.
Eating grapes.
Eating dirt.
Building a dam. (Which is all fun and good until the 4-year-old drops a big rock on a little boy's head.)
Shoe-less Sally admired the goats from a safe distance.
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