As much as I don't like Halloween, I do really like making my kids' costumes. Ford's is made from an old sweater I found at DI. Brad's mom was here the weekend I was working on Orva's, so she made the little pantalettes (love them) and the petticoat and I made the dress.
01 November 2011
{ little bo peep and her sheep }
As much as I don't like Halloween, I do really like making my kids' costumes. Ford's is made from an old sweater I found at DI. Brad's mom was here the weekend I was working on Orva's, so she made the little pantalettes (love them) and the petticoat and I made the dress.
28 July 2011
14 March 2011
{ confusion }
Orva has been a bit confused about a few things lately...
- She loves to watch Angelina Ballerina and begs for it every morning at breakfast. While she's watching it, she can name all the characters: Angelina ("Anwina"), Vicki ("Bicki"), Gracie ("Gacie"), Polly ("Pawyee"), etc. But for some reason that we cannot figure out, she calls the show "Peanut Butter". When she asks to watch it, instead of calling it Angelina, which she can say, she asks to watch "Peanut Butter". Baffling.
- She's recently become very attached to my pink yoga mat. It rolls up and has a strap that goes around it so you can carry it like a bag. She came out with it the other day and this was our conversation:
Orva: this is mine blue bag.
Me: blue! it's not blue!
Orva: it's pink!
Me: yeah, silly. it's not blue.
Orva: this is mine blue bag.
Later in the day (when she's still carrying it around), we had this conversation:
Me: orva, what is that?
Orva: mine blue bag.
Me: what color is your blue bag.
Orva: it's pink!
She carries it around with her everywhere. She brings it in the car with us, sleeps with it, and tried to take it to nursery yesterday. I said no.
After trying to figure out why in the world she calls it a blue bag, we finally figured it out. She was whining for some water while I was running errands and I kept telling her I didn't have any. Finally she yelled at me that it was in my blue bag, and pointed to my diaper bag. Apparently she thinks a "blue bag" is a diaper bag. While it does explain why she calls the yoga mat a blue bag and carries it around with her, it does not explain why she thinks a diaper bag is called a "blue bag" in the first place. I have never had a blue diaper bag.
And the last bit of confusion...
- Orva brought this bucket of toys to me (note the people in the bus all upside down) and said, "They're cooking! Sshhhh!" Then she got a confused look on her face, got embarrassed, and walked away muttering, "They're not sleeping. They're cooking!"


- She loves to watch Angelina Ballerina and begs for it every morning at breakfast. While she's watching it, she can name all the characters: Angelina ("Anwina"), Vicki ("Bicki"), Gracie ("Gacie"), Polly ("Pawyee"), etc. But for some reason that we cannot figure out, she calls the show "Peanut Butter". When she asks to watch it, instead of calling it Angelina, which she can say, she asks to watch "Peanut Butter". Baffling.
- She's recently become very attached to my pink yoga mat. It rolls up and has a strap that goes around it so you can carry it like a bag. She came out with it the other day and this was our conversation:
Orva: this is mine blue bag.
Me: blue! it's not blue!
Orva: it's pink!
Me: yeah, silly. it's not blue.
Orva: this is mine blue bag.
Later in the day (when she's still carrying it around), we had this conversation:
Me: orva, what is that?
Orva: mine blue bag.
Me: what color is your blue bag.
Orva: it's pink!
She carries it around with her everywhere. She brings it in the car with us, sleeps with it, and tried to take it to nursery yesterday. I said no.
After trying to figure out why in the world she calls it a blue bag, we finally figured it out. She was whining for some water while I was running errands and I kept telling her I didn't have any. Finally she yelled at me that it was in my blue bag, and pointed to my diaper bag. Apparently she thinks a "blue bag" is a diaper bag. While it does explain why she calls the yoga mat a blue bag and carries it around with her, it does not explain why she thinks a diaper bag is called a "blue bag" in the first place. I have never had a blue diaper bag.
And the last bit of confusion...
- Orva brought this bucket of toys to me (note the people in the bus all upside down) and said, "They're cooking! Sshhhh!" Then she got a confused look on her face, got embarrassed, and walked away muttering, "They're not sleeping. They're cooking!"
{ favorite things party }

I'm doing a favorite things party at my house on Tuesday, March 29th. If any of you locals (I live about 30 minutes north of Salt Lake) want an invitation, leave a comment with your email address and I'll send you one.
The basics:
You pick a favorite item (beauty product, treat, recipe, kitchen gadget, book, something hand-made, etc.) and bring five (5) of that one item to give away. You'll leave with five (5) new things from other people.
For the actual exchange of favorite things, everyone puts their name into a bowl five times. Everyone takes turns explaining their favorite thing and then draws five names to give their item away. It's all very exciting - you feel like you "win" something new...five times!
Anyway...anyone is welcome (that I know, at least). Let me know if you want an invite!
27 February 2011
{ random / funny pictures never posted }
I've been going through all of our pictures and trying to organize them and came across a bunch of random and funny ones that should have been posted but never were. Some of these are from a long time ago....some are pretty recent.
We went for a walk to the park and took Orva out of the stroller to look at the ducks. We parked the stroller on the grass and a few minutes later I saw this out of the corner of my eye. Brad went on a rescue mission to retrieve it and discovered that the bottom of that pond is extremely slippery and the water smells extremely nasty. We provided some good entertainment for the many on-lookers present.

I don't remember anything about these picture. I do remember those cute cheeks, though.


There was some water left in the tub at my mom's house. The bath rug was hanging over the edge and Orva leaned over to try to play in the water and fell in...taking the rug with her. She was less than thrilled about the situation.

Unfortunately, this is Ford and not Orva. He was born early and we only had one boy blanket. We had to save that for public appearances, so at home, he was wrapped in pink.

Ford used to hold his pabby like this all the time. It was actually really nice - he kept it in very well.

Orva was sick and teething and miserable. These pictures were all taken on the same day. I promise I did let her nap in her bed that day, too.



Orva loved (still does, actually) putting on Ford's pants.
And here's my mini Brad...she looks EXACTLY like him in this picture.

Orva went through a stage where she LOVED snaps or buttons. She would empty the drawer with all of Ford's onesies and un-snap every one. Yes, I snap them (just the middle one) when I fold them. That drawer was her heaven for a long time.

Ford used to put his hand on the back of his head while he slept...for some reason it was always so funny to me.

Thank you to Addie who taught Orva how to dress up. She thought she was pretty stylish in this get-up.

Ford got a hold of a cupcake at a party we went to. He ALMOST got that hand in his mouth, but not quite.



"Shaving" with mom's lotion.

Playing "peepo".

Grandma Gibb gave these shoes to her and they weren't taken off for many days. We're experiencing a similar situation with a fancy pink dancing dress right now.

Ford slept in the swing for a few months...until he started to do this.

This was right after Ford was born...


His chunky thighs do nothing to keep his pants on...he scoots right out of them all the time.

I heard him hollering and went in to find this. Orva was nowhere around, so this was self inflicted.


We didn't know that Orva could open her closet doors...but apparently she can. She went to bed with no hat, and it was put away in the closet.

This was when I was barely pregnant with Ford and so, so sick. I walked in at the end of her nap and was very alarmed to see a nakey baby. I thought, "Oh no. Now is NOT the time to be entering the stage where she takes her diaper off by herself." Upon further investigation, I found the diaper in her bed and it had clearly never been put on (the tabs were still perfectly stuck down). I, in my sick and pregnant state, had changed her diaper and not put the new one on. I felt pretty foolish, but was actually relieved that it had been my mistake and not her learning how to take her diaper off.
* She had no clothes on because at that point, it was warm enough to be in just a diaper and putting clothes on was just too much work. Apparently, just putting the diaper on was too much work. *


I guess this was better than trying to drink Yankee's water (which is what Ford does).

She loved to lounge...this is how she always sat when she was in the cart or the stroller.

We went for a walk to the park and took Orva out of the stroller to look at the ducks. We parked the stroller on the grass and a few minutes later I saw this out of the corner of my eye. Brad went on a rescue mission to retrieve it and discovered that the bottom of that pond is extremely slippery and the water smells extremely nasty. We provided some good entertainment for the many on-lookers present.
I don't remember anything about these picture. I do remember those cute cheeks, though.
There was some water left in the tub at my mom's house. The bath rug was hanging over the edge and Orva leaned over to try to play in the water and fell in...taking the rug with her. She was less than thrilled about the situation.
Unfortunately, this is Ford and not Orva. He was born early and we only had one boy blanket. We had to save that for public appearances, so at home, he was wrapped in pink.
Ford used to hold his pabby like this all the time. It was actually really nice - he kept it in very well.
Orva was sick and teething and miserable. These pictures were all taken on the same day. I promise I did let her nap in her bed that day, too.
Orva loved (still does, actually) putting on Ford's pants.
And here's my mini Brad...she looks EXACTLY like him in this picture.
Orva went through a stage where she LOVED snaps or buttons. She would empty the drawer with all of Ford's onesies and un-snap every one. Yes, I snap them (just the middle one) when I fold them. That drawer was her heaven for a long time.
Ford used to put his hand on the back of his head while he slept...for some reason it was always so funny to me.
Thank you to Addie who taught Orva how to dress up. She thought she was pretty stylish in this get-up.
Ford got a hold of a cupcake at a party we went to. He ALMOST got that hand in his mouth, but not quite.
"Shaving" with mom's lotion.
Playing "peepo".
Grandma Gibb gave these shoes to her and they weren't taken off for many days. We're experiencing a similar situation with a fancy pink dancing dress right now.
Ford slept in the swing for a few months...until he started to do this.
This was right after Ford was born...
His chunky thighs do nothing to keep his pants on...he scoots right out of them all the time.
I heard him hollering and went in to find this. Orva was nowhere around, so this was self inflicted.
We didn't know that Orva could open her closet doors...but apparently she can. She went to bed with no hat, and it was put away in the closet.
This was when I was barely pregnant with Ford and so, so sick. I walked in at the end of her nap and was very alarmed to see a nakey baby. I thought, "Oh no. Now is NOT the time to be entering the stage where she takes her diaper off by herself." Upon further investigation, I found the diaper in her bed and it had clearly never been put on (the tabs were still perfectly stuck down). I, in my sick and pregnant state, had changed her diaper and not put the new one on. I felt pretty foolish, but was actually relieved that it had been my mistake and not her learning how to take her diaper off.
* She had no clothes on because at that point, it was warm enough to be in just a diaper and putting clothes on was just too much work. Apparently, just putting the diaper on was too much work. *
I guess this was better than trying to drink Yankee's water (which is what Ford does).
She loved to lounge...this is how she always sat when she was in the cart or the stroller.
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