Sunday, October 24, 2010

Laughing episode

Annabelle can get Jillian to laugh really hard, but I've never been able to catch it on camera because as soon as Jillian sees the camera, she's stops paying attention to Annabelle and stares at the camera. Finally I was able to film a laughing episode yesterday. I was laughing so hard before I was finally in control enough to get the video camera. It's nice to hear Jillian laughing, since lately she's been very fussy due to her two bottom teeth coming up and constipation. She's also going through MAJOR stranger anxiety. You'd never know she's going through a rough time when you see the video though.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Play time with Dad

Here's a typical example of Annabelle and Michael "playing" together.


And of course, some cute pictures.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Annabelle-isms

Annabelle says the funniest things. I don't know where she learned some of these sayings, but it sure is hilarious to hear her say them. Here are a few things she's said in the last week that cracked Michel and me up.

Michael: "Annabelle, why don't you put your stuffed bunny in your room?"
Annabelle: "Okay, Dad, but I'll just go get him again after you're gone to work."

Annabelle: "Dear Heavenly Father, .......................... Bless Mom to do everything and bless Dad to do something."

Annabelle: "Mom, what are you doing?"
Lindsey: "I'm going to sweep the kitchen floor."
Annabelle: "You look tired. Go take a nap and I'll sweep and mop the floor."

Michael: "Annabelle, how about we watch baseball tonight instead of reading books before you go to bed?"
Annabelle: "Sorry, Dad. No deal. Let's go."

Annabelle: "Thanks for doing my hair, Mom. I look so cute."
Lindsey: "What about me, am I cute too?"
Annabelle: "No, you're not cute. You're a lovely woman, Mom."

Annabelle (to me as I'm doing my workout video): "Come on, Mom. Pick your legs up higher. Don't be a wuss."

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Our library was way too small for a town like ours. Because winters last so long, many moms spend hours at the library just to get themselves and the kids out of the house. The library was old and not very big, so it would get pretty crowed pretty fast. In March of this year, a new section was added on to the library. It provides a lot more room (although it's still a little crowded. The old part of the library is being renovated, but will be available for use soon) and is quite nice. Until recently, the book drop was just a normal book drop, where the returned items fall into a bin and the librarians have to sort through them. But yesterday, it was all different. You slide your library item though a slit in the wall, onto a conveyor belt, where a computer scans the item, processes it as "returned", and then the item travels down this long conveyor belt. Along each side of the conveyor belt are several bins that are separated into certain categories. Once the item has reached it's correct category, a metal bar pushes it off the conveyor belt and into the bin. There is a large window right next to the book drop so you can watch this process as it happens. It's way cool. Quite sophisticated for our little town.

After the library, we went to the park. Soon after we got there, a mom with 4 boys came. The 3 older boys aged from probably 3 to 6 years old and they were quite smitten with Annabelle. She was going down the slide when they first arrived and they immediately ran right over to her and started chasing her. They were relatively gentle and didn't push her around, but all they wanted to do was chase after her. Annabelle seemed to enjoy it, although she was running over to me for protection about every 15 seconds because they wouldn't stop. She was laughing, but it think it was kind of overwhelming to have three boys running after her, trying to grab her arm. I couldn't stop smiling. My 3 1/2 year daughter has already got the boys chasing her. Is this just a foresight of what her teenage years?I can feel the gray hairs pooping out just think about it.

Here's a video of Jillian's latest trick: clapping.