talented friends

So Brooke took pictures of the girls today. They turned out so much better than I could have imagined.

More to come soon…

the egg hunt

We enjoyed the afternoon at Grandpa & Grandma Lesue’s house for an Easter egg hunt. Nezzie scored.

She even shared with Gwen.

easter eggs part deux

We dyed about eight dozen eggs with Uncle Jon, Aunt Ashley and Grandma & Grandpa Kewish. We are now awash in eggs, but it was really fun.

This is an old Kewish family tradition from our childhood that we call “oooh, aaah.” Basically we all stand around and pour the colors down the drain while saying, “oooooooh, aaaaaaah.” It doesn’t take much to entertain us, plus little kids really love it and as an adult you feel justified in doing something a bit silly. Here’s a good shot of Nezzie mid-aaah.

One of my favorite techniques from good ol’ Martha Stewart, where you use dye and oil to get this marbled effect.

easter eggs part one

So, we dyed a few eggs the other night. I think this must have been some sort of bribe I gave Nezzie at some point, probably having to do with the potty.

Here are some of our results using brown eggs. I love the different hues we get from using brown eggs. We’ll probably have a mixture of white and brown when we make the big batch with everyone this weekend. Nezzie had fun, and we only had a few cracked eggs in the end.


Here are the girls sharing the bath for the first time (the water is orange on purpose). Gwen was loving the water and splashing like a maniac. Nezzie was pretty distracted and I couldn’t even get her to keep looking at the camera as you can see.

We even have a guest appearance by the swan head peeking into the top of the first picture. This bathroom is straight from the 70s, for those of you who haven’t seen it. It’s very gilded to say the least, but that’s another post.

that crazy kid of ours

It’s not uncommon to find Inez doing random things like putting little decorative easter eggs on her toe. I don’t know if this is normal since she is our first three-year-old, but she sure is good at it.

nice and warm

The other day, Dave was outside shoveling the walk and driveway, so naturally, Nezzie had to go outside too. When he was done, they played in the snow for a while and when they came in, Nezzie showed me a little icicle that she had found. She said that she had named it “popsicle.” She was keeping it inside her glove “to keep him nice and warm.”

more of nezzie

While we’re at it, here are a few more Nezzie-isms:

She loves to sing “Jimmy Crack Corn.”
She calls The Brady Bunch, the Gravy Bunch.
Her favorite song is “Portabello Road” from Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
She holds out her hand and talks to a tiny, imaginary animal that she calls “Fido,” which I can only assume is a dog.
She LOVES the book “A Bad Case of Stripes” by David Shannon. It will be a sad day when that one has to go back to the library.
She is very resistent to being potty-trained.
Her favorite thing to say is, “but Mom!”
She recently told Dave, “You’re funny Daddy. Congratulations.”
She goes to (pretend) Disneyland with Grandma Kewish at least once a day.
She loves her Strawberry Shortcake dolls, and told me that I need to buy her some other ones with “all [my] money.”
She has the cutest little kid accent, Her “L” is a “W” and her “TH” is an “F.” i.e. “wook” and “nufing” are common.

I just love our Nezzie girl. Especially when she says, “Mommy, I fink your bootiful.”

i am a child of god

Nezzie was recently moved out of nursery and into primary—she’s a sunbeam now. Apparently, she was asked to say a prayer in primary today, and according to her teacher, Nezzie stood at the pulpit and said “I am a child of God and He has sent me to Him. Let’s pray.”

Where do they come up with this stuff?

snow & prunes

Last week, Nezzie got really sick and did not have a bath for an undisclosed number of days (I just didn’t want her to catch a chill). So, when she finally had a one, I let her play in the bath FOREVER. When she got out, her feet and hands were the wrinkliest things I have ever seen. In this picture, she had been out of the water for 20 minutes already, so the wrinkles appear more subdued than they originally were.

Last week, when Inez was so sick, it snowed quite a bit and she wanted badly to go outside and play. When she was on the mend, I bundled her up really well and we went outside. I tried to make a snowman, but the snow wouldn’t pack. Now, there’s a pathetic little mound of snow in our front yard. While I was becoming increasingly frustrated with the snow, Nezzie began eating it (she said tasted like peppermint), and Grandpa Kewish started throwing snowballs at us. It was great fun.