The Things They Love

Alex asked me why I was taking pictures of the girls and all of the things they loved. I told him I was afraid I wouldn't remember which he didn't take too seriously. I promptly asked him what the girls loved when they turned two and he came up with, "I would have to think about it." I think that was his way of giving the admission of not remembering.

So here we go. I will start with my oldest.

Savannah still is holding strong to her creative side. Here favorite past time is crafting, creating, and writing. She spends hours at her desk either writing/making things for the pretend world she is currently in or for something or someone in reality. I took a picture of her desk and there was a journal she had made two days ago for herself. "It is for me to write in when I feel like it." Write she does.

As far as creating goes, she brought what she called a robot (a recycled box taped to a train) upstairs to show the family. It was done completely on her own and sports a nice smiley face if you look closely.

She also loves anything small and plastic that has a community of it's own. Ponyville and Thumbelina are currently top of the list.

On the first day of school, Teacher Michelle asked the class what they most wanted to learn. Savannah was the only child that did not say she wanted to learn to read. Instead she said, "I want to learn to count money." Not surprising, Savannah has learned it on her own at home as she spends far too much time counting her change and dollars. She also hoards coupons that she dreams of using but never ends up pulling the trigger on because she can't part with her money. I couldn't find all of her change but she is thrilled to be a proud owner of a five and ten dollar bill.
Although she didn't say she wanted to learn to read to T. Michelle on the first day of school, not a day goes by without helping her work her way through a book. Her class hasn't started in on heavy reading instruction yet but Savannah is progressing due to own determination and patience. It pains me when she calls her sisters up to on the couch to listen to her read one of their favorite stories. Time and again, they get frustrated and I hear Savannah say, "Girls, I just don't know how to read this book yet. I am sorry." Oh, how I wish there were more hours in the day so I could teach this bright little girl reading fundamentals.
I have to add that one of Savannah's favorite past time is dragging Lila around to play whatever game Savannah has concocted. Savannah loves Lila dearly but sometimes I have to remind her that Lila Grace is not a toy. If Lila gets to it before I do, Savannah is left hurt and tearful wondering why Lila doesn't want to play with her.

Finally, it goes without saying. . . BUNNY! This is a picture she took in for show and tell. They can't bring in toys or stuffed animals so she took a picture of a newish (back up Bunny that never really worked after 1.5 years of age) and the real Mrs. Bunny Ruffle.

More on the the other two later.

Here We Go Again. . .

Why do I think the third time isn't a charm?? I predict the Belle will give us a run for our money in the potty department. I am determined to get her potty trained because poor Mrs. Stueve keeps having to change a poopy diaper at school. Isn't there someone out there I could hire to stay in my house for a week and take care of this for me. . .

The first success. . .

Trick Or Treat

Here goes the obligatory Halloween post. Much less monumental than last year when the girls were just on the threshold of saying, "trick-or-treat," and Adeline was barely able to hold her own with steps. However. . . this year was full and fun.

Due to the impending rain, we took the girls to a large mall to trick or treat. This was my first experience with Malloween, and it wasn't bad. Most retailers were handing out candy and the girls figured out very quickly how to spot the stores with the goods. I was pleased to see them waiting in line and saying, "thank you." None of the three girls really love saying, "trick-or-treat," which most stems from their parents social shyness.

While in the mall, Savannah the hamburger was a hit. She was stopped time and time again by people telling her how wonderful her costume was. I was asked many times if I made it myself. Clearly, I look more able than I am. I have to say the hamburger costume was refreshing. Although it was a last minute clearance purchase with no real decision to wear it, the hamburger reminded me of character free Halloweens past. Nowadays every trick-or-treater is a Disney Princess or Star Wars/Transformer. We are just as guilty as the twins pranced around in their Barbie princess dresses. The hamburger pleased me because it didn't subscribe to a character, gender or time period. And of course, there isn't a cuter smile out there to pull it off!
After the mall, the we headed home for a nap with low expectations for neighborhood trick-or-treating. To our surprise, the rain held off and the girls were out by six o'clock. Here they are with the favorite neighborhood girlfriends.

The girls hoofed it much of the way but the distance between houses here is too much for little legs. The girls were in their stroller and Savannah on Daddy's shoulders by the end. We were all hot (strangely humid) and poured on ten minutes before making it home. What a better way to cure the wet costume blues than a bubble bath in Mommy and Daddy's tub. Finally, all three girls got to tub it up together.

We played around a bit, well who am I kidding, I watched the girls jump, roll, and be lifted by daddy. We will see how much longer Daddy can do this. Savannah doesn't understand why he can't lift her and a twin??? (He is loving me for posting this picture)
Soon, the twins were in bed and Savannah was counting her stash. 78 pieces!! Looks like someone is coming down off of their sugar high.
Now if anyone could just rid this house of candy, cookies, and all other sweets I wouldn't have to be asked a gazillion times a day for a snack. We can't possibly eat all of this. The amount of candy three kids bring in is ridiculous.

Fourth Annual Pumpkin Carving

The NICU sisters met up for their annual pumpkin carving. Hard to believe that we have been schleppin' pumpkin guts with the Anstines for four years. Although the first year brought some much needed lighthearted laughs, year four was much more profound Three years ago, the girls were still fighting it out in their isolettes and now look at them. Talking to each other, loving each other and delighting in each other's presence. Of course, trying to carve pumpkins with five kids rolling around isn't as organized or focused as it once was but who really cares when you are in the presence of miracles. Truly they are!

Here are some picsI asked Adeline what kind of pumpkin she wanted and she responded with, "A Happy Birthday pumpkin." I was puzzled at first but as she kept pulling the pumpkin toward her to look inside I realized she wanted a pumpkin with a candle in it. So cute. She told me what shape she wanted the eyes and nose and told me that she wanted three teeth. I thought that was great communicating. Once we were done and lit her pumpkin, she kept leaning into the mouth to try and blow out the candle. This girl is too funny.

Earlier that day, we had gutted the pumpkins. Savannah wanted to roast the seeds (which I still have sitting in the fridge because I don't know how). She and Lila extracted the seeds and Lila kept trying to eat the guts which really made me want to puke. Surprisingly, Adeline felt left out. I didn't thing she would want to participate so I didn't ask. I guess I was wrong.

I Bake. . .

Therefore I don't blog!








This has been a week of baking. Three kids spread over four classes keeps a mommy busy.

Lila helped me make the cupcakes. It was just the two of us while the other girls were in school. She was so grown up - so enjoyable. Skipping my spinning class to bake with my little girl proved to be worth its weight in gold.

Later that same day, Savannah came home from school and said, "Nobody has a Mommy that bakes as well as my Mommy. You have such good ideas. Everything is so cute." Needless to say the boost of confidence was nice after multiple batches of cookies, frosting and cupcakes. She really is so sweet.

On a baking note, well not really because we didn't make the gingerbread, the girls had a great time constructing their spooky gingerbread house. Adeline worked hard to pick up the pieces and place them on the frosting while Lila Grace gave her jaw muscles a workout on the most likely old and hard candy. A test of my inner strength as my mind was repeating, "Look at this mess, look at this mess." Luckily, my heart helped me to focus and delight in the sibling fun.

Sucking out the frosting and giving Lila ideas.

Halloween. . . Three Parades in One Day

First up. . . Savannah the Hamburger


Her class paraded through the school and the Quaker retirement home.

Next up. . . Lila Grace or "New Barbie." Named after the new Barbie video Savannah was given for her birthday. We only watch it in the car witch makes for a very captive audience. Both girls saw this hand-me-down costume of Savannah's and thought it was a Barbie dress.Practicing her Prom Queen wave

Lila's class paraded through the church sanctuary for all the parents.

Last in the line up is Adeline the Hippie. Her costume was a surprise. All classes in her preschool made their costumes and they were spectacular. It was so fun to wonder what she was going to be. I think she has some John Lennon in her. . .

Adeline's school participated in a wonderful carnival (I didn't get to see it because I was at the other parades) and then paraded through the parking lot for the parents. Here is a clip of her class singing..

"It Was Nannah!"

As we were driving home tonight, all of us in the car, we hear a rather loud rumbling deep in Lila's car seat. We start to giggle and then Daddy asks, "Lila, did you gas?" Yup, we call it gas because I couldn't bring myself to say, "Toot." Lila growls, letting us know that she is a bit embarrassed and wants the attention taken off of her.

Two minutes later, another rumble but even louder this time. Immediately, it is followed by, "It was Nannah." Alex and I almost fall out of our seats after hearing this and seeing Lila's finger pointed at her sister. I guess Lila thought that we were laughing because Savannah wasn't an appropriate person to blame it on so she held up Bunny and said, "It was Bunny, it was Bunny."

We typically encourage the girls to say excuse me after such rumblings and try to not make a big deal out of it. How on earth does a three year old already know to blame an innocent bystander????? I guess it takes a certain type of three year old. . .