Now She is Six

Inez is six. On her actual birthday, she had some sort of stomach flu. She threw up at school during her class’ Christmas party and got sent home. Her birthday party was postponed and she napped all afternoon. When she woke up we had a little family party for her and luckily, all the sad emotions from earlier in the day were easily forgotten.

The Birthday Clown (a tradition from my family) brought Gwen a hat. It was a $2 clearance hat from TJ Maxx that she wore the whole time we were shopping there a few days previous to Inez’s birthday. I tricked Gwen into thinking we weren’t going to buy the hat and that we had to put it back, but I actually bought it on the sly. She was pretty excited when she opened it, as you can see.

My Dad sent a copy of the poem Now We Are Six by A. A. Milne to Inez. She was so excited to turn six that she memorized it.
Personally, I love the ending:

But now I am Six,
I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.

It’s not that I want her to stay six forever, but if she only could stop growing up so fast, that would be great.

The Sleeper

Someone needs to tell Olive that as much as I love to hold her while she sleeps, it’s impossible for me to get anything done. For some reason, this weekend she has been Super Crying Baby anytime I’m not nursing her or holding her while she sleeps.

Now, this may or may not be attributed to the fact that I have had a lot more chocolate integrated into my diet over the holiday. In which case, I have brought this all upon myself and this is my punishment. And admittedly, it’s not a bad punishment. Especially if it happens over a holiday weekend when we have nowhere to go and can sit around in our pajamas all day while watching movies.

And wow, my eyes really do look as tired as they feel.

Merry Christmas

Three girls wish you a very Merry Christmas.

Even Santa’s Little Helper.

Side Note: What did we learn this week? We learned that six year-olds are very willing to help out with any chore that is being filmed.

I wish my hands moved that fast.

Olive at One Month

Two months

Three months

Four months

Five months

Six months

Seven months

Eight months

Sisterly Love

These girls are just fascinated with their little sister.


Even when there is hair being pulled, all is well.

I’m fairly certain that this is the only time that Olive will be able to get away with pulling Inez’s hair.

That is, at least, the only time Olive will pull Inez’s hair, with her reaction being laughter.

Our Olive

She is such a good girl. We love her so much.

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

As I’m typing this, my computer says that it’s three degrees outside. THREE DEGREES!

Luckily, we have some good views from our windows, because unless I absolutely have to, I am not leaving the house. Of course, there are these crazy girls that want to actually go outside and play in this weather.

They did not get that from me.

But we do know how to dress for the cold, even if it is somewhat of a hodgepodge of winter clothes, collected over the years. So when we absolutely have to, we are prepared to battle the bitter cold with proper winter attire. Including Miss Olive.

Because I just couldn’t resist.

Teaching by Word and Deed

Looks like I’m not the only one that is nursing in our home.

She even remembers to burp her baby too.

She’s such a good mommy.

A Baby Burrito

I assure you, this is not how our little babe starts out—she is swaddled rather tightly. She wriggles her way down into her blanket, and she also gets her arms out and up by her head.

But if this is how she likes to sleep, and will actually take a long nap for me like this, then why would I change anything?

You can also check out her rockin’ hair. She is almost bald in the front, but has hair that looks like a yamaka in the back. It’s awesome.

Olive’s Feet. Not So Wee.

When Olive was born my midwives put her on my chest. I was staring at this new little person, and she was looking back at me. At that moment, I couldn’t believe we had a third girl. She was shiny and new and gorgeous.

After a little while, I gave her to the nurses and the respiratory guy. While the nurses were busy doing their thing, they kept talking about how long Olive’s feet were.

And indeed, they are long. As long as my index finger.

Dave and I wonder if this means she’ll be a super tall girl. In case it does mean that, I’ve started to dream up grand plans for her as a volleyball player.

Well, one thing is for certain. Her feet, whether they are extra long or not, are adorable.

Because honestly, who wouldn’t want a nibble?