Would You Buy A Leaf?

Would you buy one even if you could pick them up off the ground for free? Because Inez has taken up a hobby of selling them.

They are only 1 cent each. If you happen to drive by and see her outside trying to sell them, would you do me a big favor and buy one (or five, or ten) from her?

It would make this little girl so very happy (happier than she already is).

 

My Name is…

My name is Olive and I would like to wish you a Happy Halloween.

My name is Gwen and I am silly.

My name is Inez and I’m a gypsy for Halloween.

 

My Name is Inez

and I have officially joined the awkward teeth phase.

I’ve got two permanent bottom teeth, one permanent front tooth, one baby front tooth, and two holes where I have recently lost teeth.

Luckily, my parents think I’m cute anyway.

A Little Addition

Last night I decided to use up the extra “favric” (as Gwen calls it) from the girl’s costumes and make them trick-or-treat bags to match their costumes. Even though it’s kind of a sloppy job (you can kind of see in the picture how the lines don’t quite match up on the seam, and stuff like that) I really love how Gwen’s turned out.

Now onto figuring out their shoes. I hate that part.

Post edit:
I apparently need to should give a shout out to Dave who cut the skull and cross bones out for me, and adhered it to the bag. Thanks for your help babe, YTB.

A Most Sincere Pumpkin Patch

Gwen watches It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown, or asks us to read the book to her every five seconds (or so it seems)—hence the title of this post.

Anyway, the other night we went to a pumpkin patch. Even though we already have some pumpkins growing in our backyard, we wanted to have a pumpkin patch experience. This place even had a “petting zoo” where a few random animals were hanging out in cages, eager to bite little fingers that found their way through the fence. There was a llama, some goats, some donkeys and a wallaby. Yes, you read that right. A wallaby.

The best thing about the wallaby was that when it was closing time, the wallaby’s owner came to pick it up, and this wallaby rode shotgun back to it’s home. I’m not joking. In this car (some kind of four-door sedan) there was a little girl and a Great Dane in the back seat, the owner was driving, and the wallaby rode up front. I have to say it was one of the strangest and most awesome things I’ve ever seen.

There was a gorgeous sunset that evening too. I wasn’t able to capture it. There are still a lot of things I need to learn about photography!

 

Counting Down

It is not a secret that we are big fans of Disneyland in our home. We really enjoy going with our girls at this stage in their lives because they love it so, so much.

We have been wanting to go for the Halloween celebrations that have there for the last number of years and finally this is our year to go! We are all pretty excited, especially Gwen who is a big Jack Skellington fan.

We always make a countdown chain for any trips that we take or events we are looking forward to. This time the girls and Dave drew pictures to go along with writing the names of the attractions that we enjoy.

This is for the Nemo Submarine ride. Obviously.

After Gwen’s first time riding the Tower of Terror, Dave asked her how she liked it and she told him, “my bum went up.”

We love our countdown chains. We are dorks. We know this and embrace it.

Olive at Eleven Months

One month

Two months

Three months

Four months

Five months

Six months

Seven months

Eight months

Nine months

Ten months

My Name is Olive

and I like to play peek-a-boo.

 

The Ripe Daughter

On Sunday, Dave and I were listening to General Conference, the girls were playing and Olive was napping. Olive woke up about 20 minutes before the last session ended. I was hoping she would just play in her crib so that we could listen to the last portion of Conference without interruption.

Gwen came in and asked if she could play with Olive, basically entertaining her for us, so I said of course! A few seconds after Gwen went in Olive’s room, she came right back out and I heard her telling Inez in the hall, something about a “stinky diaper” and that it was “all over”. I quickly sat up, and asked Gwen to repeat herself, fearing the worst yet hoping for the best.

Unfortunately, what I feared was what had come to pass. Little Miss Olive had indeed made a stinky diaper. Someone (not naming names here) had put her diaper on a little crooked and well, the stinkies came out one side. Little Miss had gotten into it, and it was covering many surfaces. It was almost as if she finger painted with it.

I quickly started gagging (thanks to my queasy pregnancy state, in this instance) so Dave took over. He wasn’t too happy and he certainly didn’t think it was very funny. The fact that her fecal matter was smeared all over her mouth was pretty disgusting to him. Yes, I also think that part was pretty gross, but I also chalked it up to being something babies do (I didn’t have to clean in up, so I had a pretty good outlook on everything).

When I came into the bathroom with my camera, Dave incredulously looked at me. “What are you doing!? You want pictures of this!?” After getting her all cleaned up, he was still so disgusted that he took a shower.

Okay, he didn’t really take a shower, but he told me about ten times that he really wanted to take a shower. I know that he washed his hands a lot.

Since I was basically chased out of the bathroom, I only got one mediocre shot. It’s even blurry, so sorry. But at least you can see the state of her hands.

Lesson learned? If (heaven forbid) it ever happened again, take more pictures.

Not a Fan

I really hate having to wake up Olive in order to pick up Gwen from preschool (morning nap) and Inez from school (afternoon nap).

I especially hate it when she is so deep in her sleep that my taking pictures doesn’t disturb her one bit.

I guess that’s just life is when you are the third child. She rolls with the punches because she has to. That’s probably one reason she’s such a mellow baby.