Hard to believe, but this is my one-thousandth post! I’ve been mulling over what to do with this landmark post… a giant catch-up kind of deal, a poignant retrospective of the last 5-ish years, or a “see you in hell, blog!” sign off. If I were a nice and generous person, I’d do some kind of giveaway. But those usually result in driving traffic to a blog, and I’m not really interested in that any more. As you know, if you’ve still been reading this poor, dilapidated blog, I’ve debated whether or not to even continue posting. But Adam and I were chatting about it the other day, and I realized that I really miss being able to jot down the cute little things the girls do from day to day. My memory is truly terrible and I really worry that some day I’ll lament that I didn’t record the adorable details of their cute little personalities.
I will continue posting, but it will be very much for selfish reasons, and therefore pretty crappy writing and patchy photos.
Feel free to continue reading, but it’ll be pretty lame.
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Updates on the girls first.
Things I love about Olive right now:
– She uses “my” as the subject of her self-narration sentences. Example: “My got my shoes on!” or “My go potty.” And so on…
– She loves to pretend. I brought up from the basement my old doll house. She loves to play with the little furniture that came up with it, as well as her Cinderella doll that we bought her for her Family Day this year. She makes Cinderella “talk” in a little squeaky voice, and she’ll carry on entire (two-sided) conversations between herself and the doll who is “talking.” It’s adorable.
– Cinderella is her favorite thing ever. Followed extremely closely by Elmo. So, imagine my excitement when, at the library last week, I stumbled upon… “CinderElmo.” Yes, I’m serious. Olive practically wet her pants with excitement then and there. Although, my excitement was close to hers… (isn’t it fun when something so simple brings your kid so much joy?!) Anyway, back to Cinderella. We’re on borderline obsession here. We have to reenact the story of Cinderella multiple times a day… from the stepmother bossing C around, to the fairy godmother, to the carriage, dancing with the prince, the clock bonging midnight, running down the steps and losing a glass slipper… to trying the slipper on everyone in the house, shouting “STEPSISTER!” in the faces of those the shoe does not fit, eventually finding that the shoe fits only Olive. Whereby the bearer of said shoe is dubbed the prince, they get married, kiss, and Olive proclaims “happy every after!” It’s pretty darn cute. And yet sometimes, it’s a wee bit repetitive.
– We’ve been trying to get Olive to stop sucking her thumb. She’s been a rabid thumbsucker for years. And now she’s approaching 4 years old, and it’s time for her to stop. But MAN is it hard for her and terribly heartbreaking for us to watch. She tries so hard and does everything she can to not do it, but it’s such an ingrained habit… poor thing.
– She loooooooves swimming. And thank goodness she does since we go to the pool at least 3 times a week these days. She’s learning to put her face in and blow bubbles while kicking her legs. Progress! She also likes jumping in, which is an improvement since we went to Nashville, where she dissolved into a tantrum because she was too scared to jump.
Things I love about Ingrid right now:
– Her speech is improving so much! Instead of single, unintelligible syllables, we’re getting up to 4 syllables with proper initial consonants.
– She LOVES cleaning up. Enough said.
– She’s fearless in the pool. Which could be problematic, but both girls wear “puddle jumpers” which is the modern version of those inflatable floaties I had as a kid. But it’s hilarious to watch her jump with wild abandon into the pool and create a loud, painful-sounding bellyflop every single time 🙂
– She likes to pet babies. You read that right. She approaches strangers’ babies and pets their heads. We’re working on it…
– She also looks adoringly at Adam or me and pets us. Very cute.
– She’s incredibly affectionate.
– She speaks in this high, whiny voice whenever our cat Bernice comes around. No one can understand what she says, but Bernice loves it.
You’ll have to tune in again 6 months from now for photos. 😉