After I put Greta's hair in buns, Neil made the mistake of calling them pigtails. Greta's response: "Dad, these are not pigtails. These are buns. But Dad, they are not these kind of buns (pointing to her bum). They are like hot dog buns."
Holding this bunny (belonging to some friend's of ours) made Greta's week. Judging by her actions (eating all of her meals, getting dressed and not fighting with me, telling me I better drink all of my milk if I want to visit the bunny), this was more exciting than Disneyland.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Pudding, Buns, and Bunnies
If you give a girl some pudding....
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Vegas, Baby!
Day One:
Lucy cut her lip on the stairs in our hotel room. (Yes, the room had a sunken living room with marble stairs. No, there was nothing child friendly in the room.)
Day Two:
Greta reached one of the ten elevators before me and the door closed. (Yes, a woman next to me reached her arm in to open the doors. No, the doors didn't open and the woman nearly lost her arm.) Luckily while I stood there stupidly listening to Greta screaming, the other woman ran to the hall elevator button and opened the door.
Day Two continued:
I took Greta swimming in one of the hotel's seven pools. The deep end was 3foot6inches. The majority of the pool was 1foot6inches. Greta mostly pretended to swim in the shallow end by holding her body flat on the water and walking around on her hands. Lucy refused to touch the water. When Greta ignored my telling her it was time to go (Greta ignoring=Greta screaming, "NO!" over and over), I packed up Lucy and our things in the stroller. I turned back to Greta only to see her in the 3 foot water bobbing up and down. I jumped in the 1foot end to try to run to her (she was about 20 ft away) but the lifeguard was sitting about 5 ft from her so he jumped in and saved the day. (Yes, the lifeguard had been fully dressed in socks, shoes, pants, and jacket. No, he usually doesn't have to save people when the deep end of the pool is 3foot6inches.) Greta was fine, the lifeguard was shivering, and I had Greta get right back in the pool so she wouldn't be scarred from the experience.
Vegas was not a complete disaster.
We did go to the lobby and admire the beautiful umbrellas every day. Aren't the colors so beautiful and happy? Greta robbed me of all my coins and made many wishes in the different wishing ponds under the umbrellas.
Her first wishes had to do with unicorns. Her next wishes all had to do with her Great-Grandpa Robinson who died last month. She wished he would live again. While unicorns aren't going to become glittery or real, I'm glad to know her wish about her grandpa will come true.
Greta and Great Grandpa
Lucy and Great Grandpa
Lucy cut her lip on the stairs in our hotel room. (Yes, the room had a sunken living room with marble stairs. No, there was nothing child friendly in the room.)
Day Two:
Greta reached one of the ten elevators before me and the door closed. (Yes, a woman next to me reached her arm in to open the doors. No, the doors didn't open and the woman nearly lost her arm.) Luckily while I stood there stupidly listening to Greta screaming, the other woman ran to the hall elevator button and opened the door.
Day Two continued:
I took Greta swimming in one of the hotel's seven pools. The deep end was 3foot6inches. The majority of the pool was 1foot6inches. Greta mostly pretended to swim in the shallow end by holding her body flat on the water and walking around on her hands. Lucy refused to touch the water. When Greta ignored my telling her it was time to go (Greta ignoring=Greta screaming, "NO!" over and over), I packed up Lucy and our things in the stroller. I turned back to Greta only to see her in the 3 foot water bobbing up and down. I jumped in the 1foot end to try to run to her (she was about 20 ft away) but the lifeguard was sitting about 5 ft from her so he jumped in and saved the day. (Yes, the lifeguard had been fully dressed in socks, shoes, pants, and jacket. No, he usually doesn't have to save people when the deep end of the pool is 3foot6inches.) Greta was fine, the lifeguard was shivering, and I had Greta get right back in the pool so she wouldn't be scarred from the experience.
Vegas was not a complete disaster.
We did go to the lobby and admire the beautiful umbrellas every day. Aren't the colors so beautiful and happy? Greta robbed me of all my coins and made many wishes in the different wishing ponds under the umbrellas.
Her first wishes had to do with unicorns. Her next wishes all had to do with her Great-Grandpa Robinson who died last month. She wished he would live again. While unicorns aren't going to become glittery or real, I'm glad to know her wish about her grandpa will come true.
Greta and Great Grandpa
Lucy and Great GrandpaMonday, May 3, 2010
Home Sweet Home
After our trip of car, Vegas, car, Disneylad, car...car.....car, it was good to be back home where Lucy couldn't wait to get back......into the car. I am going to miss her gummy smile, but those top two teeth are really staring to grow on me.
We are even glad to be back to the Twin Falls wind (maybe because it followed us to Vegas). I will post pictures from the trip later this week. For now it is laundry, laundry, laundry, and cleaning out the car...yikes!
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