Party Girl

Ever since I turned two, one of my favorite activities has been hosting parties. Parties for Baby, Baby Kitty, Gabby, Elephante', Purple, etc. So this year I was so excited to invite a few of my favorite (real) friends for my third birthday party. I was so excited to have party plates, napkins, and was SO excited to give my friends the party favors. It was a beautiful late October day (mid 60's, sunny) and we had a wonderful time.

Of course, the most special thing about my party was the guest of honor - Baby Nash.

Family Photos or Bardenay?

On Saturday we went down to the Boise River for our third annual Boise River photo shoot. This year proved to be the most difficult shoot as I was more interested in going to Bardenay afterwards, but we got a couple good shots (out of more than 100). Just wait until next year when Baby Nash is mobile!
And P.S., Happy (belated) 10th Wedding Anniversary Momma and Dada. Love you and love you.

The Only Thing Bad About Turning Three Is...

...you graduate from East Foothills Toddler Care. For almost two years I've spent my Tuesday's and Thursday's with Shana, Candice, Krista, Xanthy, Caitlin and Riley when Momma went back to work. I put up a very good fight when I first met them, but after a few weeks I came to realize how special they are and now love them very much. Thank you so much for all the stories, songs, dancing, lessons, snuggles, and love.
As a final farewell we all went to the annual Halloween parade. I had so much fun being a crazy girlie girl with my favorite friend Fiona (a.k.a Purple Monster)! Baby Nash (a.k.a Yoda) and baby Carys (a.k.a. Baby Ladybug) were there too.
I hope you enjoyed a preview of my Halloween costume. More to come on Halloween when I get the final touch to my costume (darn slow mailman...).

The Pumpkin Patch

Today we went to the Pumpkin Patch. How many pumpkins did we get? Zero!! There were way too many other fun things to do.
My very patient Baby Brother. I love him.
And my very patient, tired Baby Brother. I love him and his sweet cheeks.

Tummy Time

Happy 2-month Birthday Baby Nash

It's hard to believe but, my little brother is already 2 months old. Every day it seems like he's a little bigger than the day before. This weekend, I helped Mom and Dad weigh him and measure him and he is already 13 pounds 11 ounces and 23.25" tall. Nash is also starting to 'talk' to me and when he sees me he smiles and says, "Ah-goo."

I'm very careful when I hold Baby Nash. I give him hugs and little kisses.On days that I have school, Momma and Nash go on long jogs. This week it was cool and rainy so Nash wore his Ewok suit. Hey, I think that used to be my bear suit!
After dinner, we still like to go to the park on our bikes. When Nash comes along, Momma or Dada pack him in the front-carrier.
The other day I made some play dough with Momma and made 28 people all by myself using my cookie cutters. I just wish they were really cookies!
Speaking of cookies, tonight a girl came to our door on roller skates and she was carrying a box in her arms. She said that her name was Dani and she was selling homemade cookie mix for $5 to help her raise money for her piano and violin lessons. After Dani left, Dada was cleaning up the kitchen. When he turned around, I was standing behind him with my Duplo box in my arms just like Danni. Momma and Dada helped me reenact how Dani came to the door.

Momma said, "Hi I'm Dani and I'm selling cookie mix for $5 to raise money for my piano and violin lessons."

Next, it was my turn. I put the Duplo box in my arms and came up to Momma's 'door' and knocked. When Momma opened the door I said, "Hi I'm Dani. I'm selling cookies for my violin and piano lessons." Momma asks, "How much are the cookies?" I said, "$15 dollars."

Those were good cookies, so I wasn't about to just give them away for $5.

Well, I had better get back to my dinner. Can you please pass the Franks Red Hot sauce?

Almost 3 Going on 13

Momma bought me these (very cute) faux skinny jean leggings, but as we were getting ready for school this week I let her know that I didn't want to wear them because I would "look goofy." As Momma pondered over how a two year old could already be so concerned about looking goofy, we compromised and I wore the new pants so long as they were rolled up. Later that day Momma was telling Dada about the incident and Dada laughed and explained that the other day he had been trying to find a shirt that went with the pants and casually said that one particular shirt/pant combination had "looked goofy." Just another example of how much I value my Dada's opinion - even with fashion.