This morning I had a doctor's appointment and Jim had to stay home from work because I couldn't find a babysitter. AND he got up at 4:30 to feed Millie AND he got up with both girls and let me sleep until 8:00, which is late in our world. And he fed Finchley. What a man!
Anyway, we started the day with a small dance party in the kitchen. As you can see, Jim has some super fly dance moves which he will use to mortify Evie and Millie during their teenage years. Millie doesn't usually wear a hat while we're inside, but she wanted to model her sweet SIX TO TWELVE MONTH OUTFIT!!!!! that Nana and Papa gave her. Also, I'm not sure why Evie wasn't allowed to touch the garlic, but she seemed not to care....
I love my family!
As a side note, today I threatened Evie with loss of her Cinderella dress (plural) and all party dresses and tutus for an entire day if she didn't behave. That worked.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Sun Babies
Spring is trying make an appearance in London! The trees are getting leaves and flowers and the sun even comes out every once in a while. I bought a ball of birdseed to hang in our garden, but I'm a little nervous about the whole cat aspect of our neighborhood. I want the girls to see pretty spring birds eating food outside of our window, but I don't want to set the poor birds up for imminent death in the process. We might take the birdseed ball to the park...
Millie's sunhat is gigantic. When she is in the sling, she is all sunhat. This one was chosen by Evie (obviously...it's big and pink) and should last her until she's about 10.
After accepting that she couldn't sit on the part of this stump that was protruding out of the side, Evie settled for sitting on the top and reluctantly posed for a sunny picture in front of the seagull, Canada Goose, Coot non-duck pond. Then she immediately pointed out and touched the dog poop on my hiking boot. Sigh. People, please pick up your dog's poop so that my kid doesn't feel like she has to wipe it off of my shoe with her bare hand.
Then we went home and washed hands. The end.
Millie's sunhat is gigantic. When she is in the sling, she is all sunhat. This one was chosen by Evie (obviously...it's big and pink) and should last her until she's about 10.
After accepting that she couldn't sit on the part of this stump that was protruding out of the side, Evie settled for sitting on the top and reluctantly posed for a sunny picture in front of the seagull, Canada Goose, Coot non-duck pond. Then she immediately pointed out and touched the dog poop on my hiking boot. Sigh. People, please pick up your dog's poop so that my kid doesn't feel like she has to wipe it off of my shoe with her bare hand.
Then we went home and washed hands. The end.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
next time we'll take the train
On Sunday, in an attempt to get out of our neighborhood, we rented a car and planned to go to Marlow (a picturesque village on the Thames...we have gone country walking there a couple of times). We were all excited, except for Millie, who was decidedly NOT excited about the fact that she was in her car seat. Evie gathered her ballerina mouse and bunny and even though it started to rain we were determined to get out and experience the world beyond Hampstead!
Alas, we made it only to the motorway, just past Ikea, before Evie threw up and our trip ended with a traffic jam, two stops on sketchy side roads and the promise of chocolate ice cream when we got home. I'm not sure what is going to happen when we're in America and Evie has to be in a car on a daily basis....
Alas, we made it only to the motorway, just past Ikea, before Evie threw up and our trip ended with a traffic jam, two stops on sketchy side roads and the promise of chocolate ice cream when we got home. I'm not sure what is going to happen when we're in America and Evie has to be in a car on a daily basis....
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Princess Power!
If you are a regular reader of this blog (and probably the only regular readers of this blog are our family at this point. We've gone from international travel to hanging out in living room surrounded by a ridiculous amount of toys in just a couple of years), you will know that Evie is into princesses. Some people feel that little girls being into princesses is just a big brainwash by Disney and other people who want to keep little girls down and we certainly weren't pushing the princess agenda with Evie...it just kind of happened. When Evie turned one, she was given a Cinderella book by one of our friends. Prior to this she had never heard of Cinderella or seen a Disney movie, so we were surprised when, while we were out and about one day, she got very excited about an advertisement for Disney World that was printed on the back of a magazine. Curious to see what would happen, we got her a Cinderella dress and we ordered her the Cinderella movie. Complete obsession followed and she has seen the movie no fewer than six thousand times.
Besides liking to 'clean' like Cinderella (yesterday I turned my back for a few minutes and found her on her hands and knees with her washcloth dipped into Finchley's water bowl and a pool of water around her on the kitchen floor. She was very proud of herself), Evie also likes to BE Cinderella. Her interpretation of Cinderella involves looking sad, moving very slowly, pretending to sob, and gazing longingly out of the window:
Also, she likes to sing and act out the romantic ball scene (notice how she pretends to trail her fingers through the water like Cinderella does in the movie...before being distracted by a rogue raisin that escaped during snack time). Apologies for the erratic video. I was feeding Millie and trying to film at the same time. Not a good idea:
Anyway, obviously a princess needs a castle, so I couldn't resist getting this princess tent for Evie and Millie. Jim had nothing to do with this decision and probably would have suggested that maybe we don't have room for such a thing in our already overflowing and too small flat. But Evie's reaction to the tent makes the reduction in space worth it!
She even took her nap in it today:
And someone else likes it, too...
Besides liking to 'clean' like Cinderella (yesterday I turned my back for a few minutes and found her on her hands and knees with her washcloth dipped into Finchley's water bowl and a pool of water around her on the kitchen floor. She was very proud of herself), Evie also likes to BE Cinderella. Her interpretation of Cinderella involves looking sad, moving very slowly, pretending to sob, and gazing longingly out of the window:
Also, she likes to sing and act out the romantic ball scene (notice how she pretends to trail her fingers through the water like Cinderella does in the movie...before being distracted by a rogue raisin that escaped during snack time). Apologies for the erratic video. I was feeding Millie and trying to film at the same time. Not a good idea:
Anyway, obviously a princess needs a castle, so I couldn't resist getting this princess tent for Evie and Millie. Jim had nothing to do with this decision and probably would have suggested that maybe we don't have room for such a thing in our already overflowing and too small flat. But Evie's reaction to the tent makes the reduction in space worth it!
She even took her nap in it today:
And someone else likes it, too...
Bumbo Disinterest
When we introduced Evie to her Bumbo, her initial reaction was excitement and to tackle the objects in front of her:
Not so much with Millie. Despite my best efforts and the most tempting and exciting baby toys in my regime, she really was not impressed. In fact, I think she was bored!
Not so much with Millie. Despite my best efforts and the most tempting and exciting baby toys in my regime, she really was not impressed. In fact, I think she was bored!
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