The best kind of days

Spring days at the park are some of the best kind of days.  

This Girl

{my little Kurt Cobain}

Has had a ruff couple of weeks.   Among other things, she got the stomach flu and threw up for the first time{s}.   It scared her and she just looked at us and asked "What is going on?"  There isn't much worse than holding your child as she's dry heaving.  And here we are a week later still fighting an upset stomach.  As for me I don't know why I thought I could cuddle a sick girl for a whole week and not get sick.  Ugh.

This girl has been working really hard on pronunciating all of her words right.  So she says things like Earf-th and teef-th  and Yell  low.  She loves reading letters on everything.  Signs on the highway, stores, books, you name.  She's getting quick and has picked up most of her lower case letters too. This girl still has a huge love of animals.  Pups first and foremost, then dinosaurs and dragons.  She loves to make cookies, read stories and chase.  Her legs get longer every day and she uses them to jump, twirl, dive, race, kick, and dance. 

This girl...

  

needs a nap.  I hope that blogger is still around when you are 16 Ivy.  You will love this picture ;)

Tuckered

Christmas is wearing this girl out!  It is a rare day indeed when Ivy falls asleep in the middle of the day {also known as taking a nap}.  We've been making our days Merry and Bright and it finally caught up with the little lady.  Our weekend was jam packed full of fun with Ams hockey, hanging with Grandma, playing in the snow and a waffle party.  And to tell the truth I'm a little beat too, so I can't blame her.  And this week is shaping up to be just as fun and exciting.  Isn't it the most wonderful time of the year?! I just wish it would slow down!

She cracks me up

"My pants aren't very sleddy."

"The Little Lord Jesus needs a pillow."

Last week we were driving to Hobby Lobby.  She asked if it was a restaurant and could we please eat lunch there.  

My Mom gave her a little stuffed reindeer named Chestnut.  Ivy can't quite get it and calles him Peanut Chest.

"We will fall in love and get married when I'm all grown up.  When I'm 6."

"Can you come and snuggle the Little Lord Jesus?"

Happy Birthday sweet girl.  You are our world. 

Watch out everybody!

Our baby is all growed up.  Turning three has been a big deal for awhile around here.  Practicing and perfecting three with her fingers so she can tell everyone how old she is, working on {and still working on} having big girl manners, and who knew, but it also makes some girls instantly sassier.  

We headed to Portland for the week.  On Sunday we had a little party with my family. Of course we had cupcakes even though Ivy only eats the frosting.  But Uncle Scotty always comes to the rescue when there is lefover food.   On Monday {her actual birthday} she woke up and I started singing Happy Birthday to her.  She just told me to be quiet.  See.  Sassy.  Then she explained that she had already had her birthday because she already had her cupcake.  

 We then packed up and headed to the coast with 75 and sunny as the forecast.  First stop, the Tillamook cheese factory.  Gotta get that squeaky cheese!  Oh and maybe it would warm up while we were in there? Then we can hit the beach.  Oh wait.  

  I forgot that 75 and sunny means 55 and foggy.  Thats ok.  We still got to play in the sand and see the ocean and explore a pirates cave. 

And then the rest of the week is pictureless with shopping, thrifting in Portland, parks, fro yo and nailpainting.  All very girly stuff just right for Ivy and her gramma, mama and au pair {aka Shellie}  whew.  Its tiring turning 3!

Its not a tool, its a tool!

Ivy has always been particular about her speech, but about a year ago she started dropping the "s" off of the front words.  Especially words with a consonant next like stop or school.  Her uncle became Uncle Cott instead of Scott.  That kind of thing.  I think it had something to do with her teeth taking forever to come in. (She didn't get the last of her bottom front teeth until December).  Anyways we are constantly reminding her to say her s's.  A couple of weeks ago she asked me where her {s}tool was.   Darin brought it into the bathroom and said "Here is your tool!", purposely leaving the s off just like she does.  

Ivy looked up at him and said " Dad its not a tool, its a tool!" 

Whoops, time to catch up.

Holy Cow!  Its been over a month since I posted anything on here.  Not that anything too exciting has happened in these parts.  We have just been busy enjoying the sunshine, playing and reading books.  Ivy is getting closer and closer to age 3 which is making me a tiny bit sad.  But she is turning into such a fun lady I can't help but be excited every morning to see what she will come up with that day.  

 She has been loving on the Princess and the Frog and I can get all the kisses I want when I ask the frog for one.  Today she said.  "Can I get just one kiss?  Unless you beg for more!!!" All in a funny accent, and then she slurped her tongue at me.  But Princess Tiana doesn't hold a candle to Cinderella.  I think about 10 times a day Ivy will tell me the story of Cinderella and her mean sisters ripping her pretty pink dress.  Now that I think about it I need to video tape it because the way Ivy tells stories is really cute. 

She also got a bike! Its fun to see her ride around and try and figure the whole thing out.  Now we just need the wind to stop blowing so she can ride it outside instead of all around the house. 

Darin and I are just keeping busy with the same old same old.  Business at Greenies has picked up a bit and I'm still just sewing away.  My how time does fly when the sun is shining!