I know what you're thinking, obsessed much? Yes, yes I am.
This one is probably one of my favorites!
Such a cutie!
This one is probably one of my favorites!
Such a cutie!Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Anya-isms
My little Anya is so much fun to be around! She makes hilarious faces and always knows what she wants. 
The other day I decided to take a nap with her on my bed. I must have fallen asleep first because when I woke up, I found some presents on my pillow: a book, some toys, a hair bow . . . (She is such a sweetheart!) When I looked over to see if Anya was asleep, I didn't see her. When I went to get out of bed, I noticed this on the floor next to me:
None of these things were on the floor before I went to bed. ( Did anyone else notice two pillows, two blankies, and two binkis? That's my Anya for you!)
She is very independent - the other day she finished eating so I cleaned her up and took her down from her chair. She yelled at me, climbed back in her chair and then got down by herself. I now know to ask her if she wants help getting down before I actually do it. I must say that this determined independence has been a blessing in disguise. I have been having back problems due to the pregnancy and I am not allowed to lift her up anymore. It works out nicely that she wants to climb in and out of everything herself!
She is focused on two things in her life right now: pretty dresses and owies. Every morning when we dress her, she informs me that she wants a "pretty dress." I can occasionally convince her to wear a pretty shirt or some pretty pants. She talks about her pretty dress all day: if it gets dirty, how we need to put a bib over it, how it's pretty for dancing, etc. The other day I put her in a dress that is really simple and kind of looks like a long shirt. She argued with me all day that it was a shirt. When we talked about her pretty dress, she would say, "no, pretty shirt!" I tried to convince her that it was a dress all day, but when Mike got home and I told him about it, he asked her are you wearing a pretty dress? She said, "no pretty shirt!"
The second thing that she is obsessed about are owies. I think she tells me about an owie she has (real or not) about every 5 minutes. I hear "leg hurt" or "nose hurt" or "arm hurt" or whatever other body part that happens to feel less than stellar at the moment hurts all day long! She got a mosquito bite on her leg that she scratched and it turned into an owie. She still points to the spot (that is completely clear) and tells me about the owie while she shakes her head no: meaning there's no owie there anymore. It is cute and annoying all at the same time.
She is my little organizer and I feel bad that she has me (the messy one) as a mom. We were late bringing dinner to Mike the other day because she had to clean up what she was playing with before we could leave. She told me she needed to "neen nup." It was awesome! She wouldn't even let me help. I'm really excited about her need for order and I hope she keeps doing it despite the messy house she lives in.
Our little Anya is such a sweetheart and we love her so much! She will come give me hugs at random moments without being asked. She always has a smile on her face and she always brings one to our faces as well.
None of these things were on the floor before I went to bed. ( Did anyone else notice two pillows, two blankies, and two binkis? That's my Anya for you!)She is very independent - the other day she finished eating so I cleaned her up and took her down from her chair. She yelled at me, climbed back in her chair and then got down by herself. I now know to ask her if she wants help getting down before I actually do it. I must say that this determined independence has been a blessing in disguise. I have been having back problems due to the pregnancy and I am not allowed to lift her up anymore. It works out nicely that she wants to climb in and out of everything herself!
She is focused on two things in her life right now: pretty dresses and owies. Every morning when we dress her, she informs me that she wants a "pretty dress." I can occasionally convince her to wear a pretty shirt or some pretty pants. She talks about her pretty dress all day: if it gets dirty, how we need to put a bib over it, how it's pretty for dancing, etc. The other day I put her in a dress that is really simple and kind of looks like a long shirt. She argued with me all day that it was a shirt. When we talked about her pretty dress, she would say, "no, pretty shirt!" I tried to convince her that it was a dress all day, but when Mike got home and I told him about it, he asked her are you wearing a pretty dress? She said, "no pretty shirt!"
The second thing that she is obsessed about are owies. I think she tells me about an owie she has (real or not) about every 5 minutes. I hear "leg hurt" or "nose hurt" or "arm hurt" or whatever other body part that happens to feel less than stellar at the moment hurts all day long! She got a mosquito bite on her leg that she scratched and it turned into an owie. She still points to the spot (that is completely clear) and tells me about the owie while she shakes her head no: meaning there's no owie there anymore. It is cute and annoying all at the same time.
She is my little organizer and I feel bad that she has me (the messy one) as a mom. We were late bringing dinner to Mike the other day because she had to clean up what she was playing with before we could leave. She told me she needed to "neen nup." It was awesome! She wouldn't even let me help. I'm really excited about her need for order and I hope she keeps doing it despite the messy house she lives in.
Our little Anya is such a sweetheart and we love her so much! She will come give me hugs at random moments without being asked. She always has a smile on her face and she always brings one to our faces as well.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Pictures of the Girls
We got the girls' yearly pictures done last weekend. It is one of the many things on my list to do before the baby is born. A friend of ours did them and she did such a great job. She gave us a sneak peak here on her website. We got a killer deal because she is having a great promotion right now before she officially launches her photography website. I am so excited to see the rest!
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Sweet Moments
While we were getting lunch ready, we heard the sweetest thing in the next room. Emma was saying the letters of the alphabet and Anya was repeating them. When I snuck in to observe, I saw the cutest thing. Emma and Anya were standing in front of the alphabet quilt. Emma had my teacher pointer in her hand and was pointing to each letter, saying the letter, and having Anya repeat it. If Anya said it wrong, she would correct her and make her do it again. If Anya got sidetracked by the pictures ( she said "turdle" instead of "t") Emma would tell her no and make her do it right.
"No, "l" like lobster."
"We have to work on this s, say sss"
Mike says, "Are we breeding teachers here?"
"No, "l" like lobster."
"We have to work on this s, say sss"
Mike says, "Are we breeding teachers here?"
Anya's 2nd Birthday
Beware, this is a long one with lots of pictures.
Anya's birthday was a very quiet affair because I had the flu. I have to admit that I completely failed at providing her a fun, great birthday cake and yes, I cried when it didn't work out. I am sure it will be funny some day, but even now I want to make her another cake to make up for it. So, here's the story: I had decided a long time ago that I wanted to do fondant for her cake, just so I could have the experience of trying it. Making a fun birthday cake is something I really love doing and despite being sick, I just wanted to do it anyway. I was tired of not being able to do what I want because of one reason or another. (I know, stupid, stubborn pride.) So I decided to go through with my plans even though I could barely stand up for longer than 5 minutes.
Anya is a huge bookworm and I wanted to make her a book cake. I was planning on making a more simple version of this cake:
Well, I made the fondant and it turned out well. (Keep in mind that I am pregnant with the flu right about now.) So I got out my rolling pin and rolled the fondant onto the pin to put it on the cake. When I went to unroll it, I realized that I hadn't sugared the fondant before I rolled it and it was all completely stuck to itself. When I tried to take it off to re-roll it out, it tore the cake in half. (That's when I cried.) So, after my self pity session, I cut the cake into little pieces and made a simple trifle with it.
Despite the disaster, Anya had a lot of fun. She got to lick the beater from the pudding.
She and Emma played "play dough" with the fondant and enjoyed the fact that it was edible.
We ate "cake" and blew out the candles. I mean blew out candles, then ate cake.
Then she had a lot of fun opening presents. Emma wrapped all the presents for her and she did a great job. We kept it pretty simple because Anya already has a lot of toys to play with so we got her a magna doodle because she really loves them and a few games to help her learn. (I know, poor kid having two teachers for parents. What fun are we?)
Emma bought her a present with her own money and was really excited to see her open it.
When Anya saw what it was (barrel full of monkeys) she was pretty excited too!
She had even more fun when a package from Grandma West and Grandpa Larry came and she got a lot of things that she loves. Grandma gave her some things she needed like sippy cups, bibs, plates, bowls, a book (of course), and some bows.
Each time she pulled something out she would tell us what is was in a really excited voice. The most funny was when she opened the bowls with straws attatched. She held them up and kept yelling "taw" (straw), "taw" with a big smile on her face. She wanted to use everything right away.
And of course we had to read the book the second she opened it. Notice the bow in her hair that wasn't there before?
Anya's birthday was a very quiet affair because I had the flu. I have to admit that I completely failed at providing her a fun, great birthday cake and yes, I cried when it didn't work out. I am sure it will be funny some day, but even now I want to make her another cake to make up for it. So, here's the story: I had decided a long time ago that I wanted to do fondant for her cake, just so I could have the experience of trying it. Making a fun birthday cake is something I really love doing and despite being sick, I just wanted to do it anyway. I was tired of not being able to do what I want because of one reason or another. (I know, stupid, stubborn pride.) So I decided to go through with my plans even though I could barely stand up for longer than 5 minutes.
Anya is a huge bookworm and I wanted to make her a book cake. I was planning on making a more simple version of this cake:
Well, I made the fondant and it turned out well. (Keep in mind that I am pregnant with the flu right about now.) So I got out my rolling pin and rolled the fondant onto the pin to put it on the cake. When I went to unroll it, I realized that I hadn't sugared the fondant before I rolled it and it was all completely stuck to itself. When I tried to take it off to re-roll it out, it tore the cake in half. (That's when I cried.) So, after my self pity session, I cut the cake into little pieces and made a simple trifle with it.
Despite the disaster, Anya had a lot of fun. She got to lick the beater from the pudding.
She and Emma played "play dough" with the fondant and enjoyed the fact that it was edible.
We ate "cake" and blew out the candles. I mean blew out candles, then ate cake.
Then she had a lot of fun opening presents. Emma wrapped all the presents for her and she did a great job. We kept it pretty simple because Anya already has a lot of toys to play with so we got her a magna doodle because she really loves them and a few games to help her learn. (I know, poor kid having two teachers for parents. What fun are we?)
Emma bought her a present with her own money and was really excited to see her open it.
When Anya saw what it was (barrel full of monkeys) she was pretty excited too!
She had even more fun when a package from Grandma West and Grandpa Larry came and she got a lot of things that she loves. Grandma gave her some things she needed like sippy cups, bibs, plates, bowls, a book (of course), and some bows.
Each time she pulled something out she would tell us what is was in a really excited voice. The most funny was when she opened the bowls with straws attatched. She held them up and kept yelling "taw" (straw), "taw" with a big smile on her face. She wanted to use everything right away.
And of course we had to read the book the second she opened it. Notice the bow in her hair that wasn't there before?
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