Gwen, Pirate Girl.

I’m still not a fan of following patterns. I don’t know why they are so hard for me to figure out. I swear I have to read them about ten times before I sew anything, and then I still manage to make mistakes.

But I finally finished her costume last night and I have to say, I’m pretty proud of myself. It’s not even October yet! Now I just need to find the right shoes.

And I should give a shout-out to my seam-ripper. I don’t know what I’d do without it.

One costume down, one to go.

Big Sister, Little Sister

A short story of two sisters and a common interaction between them.

Gwen wants to brush her sister’s hair. Olive just wants to get out of there.

Olive is hanging out doing her thing. Gwen comes along and gets up in her space. Olive pushes Gwen with her feet (because she’s a baby and pushes anything that comes in contact with her feet). Gwen laughs and laughs, thinking it’s a game.

Gwen loves her little sister. Olive loves her big sister, but sometimes just wants her own space.

Fin.

Our Gwen is Four

Our little Gwendo is now four.

I don’t know where the time has gone. She was my baby for so long, and now all of a sudden she is a big girl and wants to do everything all by herself. She always makes us laugh with her silly and kooky ways and we are so grateful she is part of our family.

I do not have a good track record with making birthday cakes, but I decided to tempt fate. I have seen this rainbow cake floating around the blogosphere and decided to give it a go.

It was a pretty stressful process for me since I had to take it to a family dinner that night. I had to ask/tell the girls to just leave the kitchen multiple times.

I kept envisioning dropping it, or somehow smashing into it in the car on the way to dinner. I was very relieved when it was served. It was then, and only then, that I felt I could count it as a success. Hooray for me!

And, just for fun, DOUBLE RAINBOW!

My Name is Olive

I’m getting really good at standing all on my own.

My sisters affectionately call me The Cheshire Cat when I wear this outfit. Except for Gwen who can’t say “cheshire” correctly. She calls me the “Treasure Cat.”

 

Loves.

We really do love where we live. It is so pretty.

And I love that this scenery was only a 20 minute drive from our house.

Dave and Olive with the Aspens of Mt. Timp

With the Aspens of Mt. Timp

Also, I have a crush on my husband.

Oh, and my baby is delicious.

Cheeky Olive

Literally.

She is slowly discovering there is freedom to be had.

This girl is incapable of staying still on her changing table.

She’s even fallen off once (oops)! No matter, she will not be kept down!
I fear that our mellow baby is being influenced by her crazy sisters.

My Name is Holly

And I’m a Disneyland junkie. Also, I’ve shamelessly dragged my family into this addiction.

We had kind of a crazy summer. So a few weeks before school started I told Dave to take some time off work because we were going to be headed to Disneyland for a little R&R before school and schedules ruled our lives. It was a very short trip, but totally worth it (as always).

Here are some shots that I took just around the park.

Years of people passing by and unknowingly touching this knob has made the grain of the wood stand out. It’s weird, but Dave and I love this. Anyone recognize what/where this is located?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I love my baby’s cute legs and feet sticking out of the stroller. They go straight out like this when she’s excited about something.
(I like to think she’s just excited about being at Disneyland.)

The obligatory picture from Dumbo.

Gwen always asks to see Winnie the Pooh. Since it isn’t usually very long, that’s the one line we stand in for characters—especially since you get to see two-three characters after only one line. Plus, I just can’t say no to that face.
Well, I can say no and do say no to her quite often. But in this instance, I can’t.

I love the coy little smile she gets from seeing Tigger.

Inez and I happened upon Sulley at California Adventure. Inez was really sad that she was unable to get his autograph (his hands are hard plastic and huge) but settled for a hug where she nearly disappeared into his fur.

On our last day Gwen wanted to wear her Alice costume.

As we were leaving the park, the Disneyland Marching Band was out by the entrance/exit along with Alice and the Mad Hatter. They pulled Gwen out of the crowd to participate. It was really cute and I took about 5,000 pictures.

This was the Band Leader, the Mad Hatter, and Alice discussing what song to play/sing with Gwen.

Afterward I asked Gwen if she felt a little shy. She said, “Yes. I was a lot shy.”

‘I’ for Inez

‘G’ is for Gwen but since there is not a ‘G’ in California, we tried to get Gwen to make the ‘C’ look like a ‘G’. We weren’t very successful.

‘O’ is for Olive.

And a close-up on Miss Olive.

‘L’ for Lesue

We loved our hotel, which was a really good thing because this was our first trip in about five years where we actually went back to our room to rest. I was extra tired being in my first trimester during this trip.
Do you see the hidden mickey in the logo?

Until next time…

Olive at Ten Months

One month

Two months

Three months

Four months

Five months

Six months

Seven months

Eight months

Nine months

Out With the Orange

Before Olive was born I decided that I wanted to repaint the nursery (I meaning Dave, of course). I liked the orange, but had grown tired of it. Plus, we were adding a red crib, and I thought that the orange and red would be too much in such a small space. Labor Day Weekend (only ten or eleven months later) I got my wish.

Bye-bye orange walls.

Hello lovely cream walls.

I even like the busy, bold, bright curtains now.

I also really like the view from her room (complete with the lovely fall colors on Squaw Peak).

Now it’s time to find art/decorations for the walls. This is by far my biggest speed bump when it comes to decorating our house. Ugh. Wish me luck.

It’s A Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown

So, I’m not sure how we will get it out of the garden and into the house (because it is so heavy).

I’m also not sure who will be responsible for carving it.
Although I have a pretty good hunch who it will be…

And we still have about a month before it will even be harvested!

I better start thinking now what to carve. This is a pumpkin that deserves a little bit more than just a regular ole jack o’ lantern face, don’t you think?