19 October 2014

My Bigsy Girl

When Ellen was born, the nurses handed her to me (after pumping her full of oxygen) and she seemed entirely familiar.  I looked at her and thought, "Well there's my Baby E." 

Today she turned one.  

She gives the best kisses.  Actual kisses with a satisfying mmmm-wah sound effect to accompany each one. 

She climbs like a monkey. 

She's sweet and gentle. 

We love her dearly.  Today in the car The Bairn was watching her sleep and said to me, "She's so cute.  Can I hug and kiss her?"

Yesterday we celebrated her birthday with Steve's parents and aunt, two little children close to my kids' ages, and the children's mothers.  Ellen enjoyed a pumpkin roll.

Now, right this moment, she is enjoying some jet-lagged staying awake past her bedtime.  Again.  I will forgive her because it is her special day.

Happy Birthday, Baby Girl.

16 October 2014

We're Back

And we're tired.

Here are a couple of pictures to tide you over until I have time for a real post.


Here's E carrying a screwdriver across my sister's lawn, as you do, after being dressed in some kind of weird tutu by her aunt.


And here's The Bairn in his favorite climbing tree.  I wish we had one for him at home.

02 October 2014

Here We Are In Utah

The Bairn's new vision of paradise is the Marmot House.  There's an apple tree in the backyard that he likes to sit in with his cousins.  There are cars and trucks to play with, and he asks to take a nap in his tiny bed on the floor each afternoon.  I don't think he even notices when I run off shopping with my sister, because he just stays behind with Grandma and talks to the chickens in the yard.

24 September 2014

The Blogging is Not Coming Easily Today

Ellen attended her first non-family birthday party last week.  She loved the scones, but a dog sneezed near her and made her cry, so she had mixed feelings about the whole experience.

The birthday boy's mother is Scottish so The Bairn got to read a lot of children's books about bagpipes and haggis and Stirling Castle, and the birthday was on the same day as the Scottish independence referendum vote, so that was appropriate.

My only friends in Canada are over 60-years-old or British.

That's all.

21 September 2014

Priorities

We're bringing this (sweater vest and all) to Utah next week.


I haven't packed yet, but I have begun the very important task of sorting out the US quarters, nickels, and dimes from our Canadian money to create my chocolate-covered cinnamon bear fund.

11 September 2014

For the Grandparents: 10-Months-Old

Ellen is 10-months-old for another week and she is such a pleasant person.

She loves to dance.  Steve calls her his dancing bear and if we say dance dance dance or dancing bear to her, she starts to bop.  She also does a sweet dance to any music she hears, even if it's just me singing to The Bairn at bedtime.


She walks like a champion.

She has six teeth and is working on another one.

She remains cautious with strangers and rarely gives them smiles or anything resembling friendliness.


She has learned the art of protest and arches her back, kicks her feet, and shrieks if she is displeased.  She also shrieks just for fun, often while Steve is making business calls or, her favorite, in the middle of church.

She's always finding 'hats.'  She loves to pick up pieces of clothing, diaper changing pads, or wash cloths and place them on her head.  Then she laughs crazily and takes off running.  I don't know all of the rules of the game yet, but it's her favorite.


She has little curls that spring out around her head in the humidity that make her look like a little angel baby.

She remains very independent and content most of the time and she is a treat.

08 September 2014

From The Bairn

MBC: See you later, alligator.
The Bairn: Don't be wild, crocodile. (pause) Stay in the zoo.
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