My Name is Gwen

And I can touch my nose with my tongue.

I know this makes my mom somewhat jealous considering this is something she has always wished she could do, along with wiggling her ears. I am now in the elite club of those-who-can-touch-their-nose-with-their-tongue along with Auntie Kiki, Uncle Jon, my cousin Tainui, and the one who I probably got this talent from, my Dad.

Now it’s time to work on rolling my tongue.


The Outtakes

These are from our little five month “birthday” shoot last week.

Three things I love:
1. Those legs.
2. That Hitler hair!
3. The teeth.

Three more things:
1. She makes me laugh.
2. I can’t help but kiss those cheeks all day long.
3. I just love her so much.

My Name is Holly

And I’m a quilter! Okay, maybe that’s a little presumptuous. Let me just say that I have completed my very first quilt. The stitches on the back side of the binding are very large and wonky, but if I tried to make it perfect I never would have finished it. And since it’s taken me six months from start to finish, I just needed to knock it out and get it out of my unfinished projects pile (which already overfloweth).

I have come to realize that I just need to make more so I can practice and get better at hand sewing the binding on because I’m sure that I’m doing a million things wrong.

I guess it’s a good thing that I have two more that need to be finished.

Her Stream of Consciousness

The girls are obsessed with making lists of things they want to do when we go to Disneyland. We don’t have anything concrete planned, but a road trip involving The Happiest Place on Earth is imminent.

So the other day I overheard Gwen making her “list” while at the same time reciting what she was writing. I asked her to come into the office and tell me what she was writing, and this is what I got.

“I got my Disneyland jar all fulled up and the bug that’s outside the window. Lets take a walk with Inez and me and mommy and daddy. And there’s a bug flying everywhere in the window and it’s right here where I’m pointing. And we help each other everyday and help each other in the night and no bad guys in the night without getting in without of the night. We don’t have a Disneyland fort made out of tent and we love Jesus Christ. We love Heavenly Father we love Disneyland everyday and Nezzie loves Legoland too without getting afraid. Without getting in trouble in the night. With no food in the night when we get up. We love drinks and Icees. We love Heavenly Father so much. And somebody loves us. Tori loves us, Heavenly Father loves us so much. And Daddy has a new iPad, that’s a new iPad today. I love Brandon. We love Tori so much. We love saying prayers and we love saying amen. I have a new baby and it has a bow on it today. We have a new visitor, called Tori (and Aunt Liz and Uncle Joe and Charles and Joey). We love them today. I get to go to Disneyland everyday. And we love saying prayers together. We love getting smiles on our hands. We won’t get ants on today. And we love getting so help in the river without falling in. I love to go potty and not stinky diapers in my panties today. My Disneyland jar is full and we love to get new computers like Daddy. And we have cute little babies just for me in the crib. And I love Daddy so much. And we cannot be rowdy and just reverent today. And I love everybody.”

Dave and I were laughing so hard when I read it to him. I suppose if you know Gwen and have heard her voice inflection, you’ll appreciate it a little more. Regardless, it’s good for a laugh.

The Disneyland Jar

For the past six months Gwen has been filling this jar to earn a trip to Disneyland. She earned the beans by going to the bathroom.

It started with one bean each time she went to the bathroom. But I quickly realized that there were so many freaking beans that it was going to take a long time to fill up the jar. Too long. I’m seriously craving a trip to California/Disneyland, so I decided to increase the value of the beans.

1 bean for trying to go to the bathroom (I don’t know how many times she told me, “I don’t need to go!” when in reality, she did need to go.)
2 beans for going with my or Dave’s help
3 beans for going all by herself
5 beans for going stinkies
10 beans for not having any accidents in one day (this one didn’t happen a lot)

She filled up the jar on Sunday and was very proud of herself.

I just love her eyes.

While she isn’t perfect in her potty training (I still get very frustrated some days), she is finally getting the hang of it. In her defense, we did have a big disruption a few months ago (Olive’s birth) that seemed to set her back a bit.

Anyway, now that the jar is full, I think I can safely say, Disneyland, here we come!

Olive at Five Months

One month

Two months

Three months

Four months

Six months

Seven months

Eight months

Do You Remember This?

It’s a Monchichi!

I had one of these when I was little and when I saw this one at Target I couldn’t believe it! Even the song popped into my head.

Monchichi, Monchichi
Oh, so soft and cuddly
With it’s thumb in it’s mouth it’s really neat…

At least it went something like that, and I’m not 100% on the use of “neat” either.

I want to buy it for my girls, but for $8.99 I won’t run the risk of buying them something that I LOVED when I was little, just to have it sitting in the bottom of the toy box. Poor Strawberry Shortcake and Cabbage Patch Kids.

My Name is Olive

And I found my feet.


Spring Break

Well, after nearly two days of too much tv and time spent in our jim-jams, we finally got out of the house. It was cold and snowy—not exactly what comes to mind when you hear the words spring and break used in the same sentence. But we bundled up anyway, braved the cold, and headed for the public library. We got 27 books, two movies, and two books on cd.

It makes me feel like our outing in the cold was totally worth it when I came upon this scene this morning:

She’s “reading” one of our favorite books, Edwina: The Dinosaur Who Didn’t Know She Was Extinct by one of our favorite authors, Mo Willems.

Naturally I had to take a picture because this peaceful scene will probably not last. Unfortunately. She will soon be dancing, running, jumping, singing, yelling, acting crazy, making us laugh, fighting with her older sister, smothering her little sister, sitting in time out, and helping me to learn patience. It’s her daily routine.

And we love her for it.


I can’t help but kiss this little face all day long.

But really, can you blame me?