Cutting Edge

After nearly TEN years of never having her hair cut (trims, yes - half of a pony tail whacked off by baby brother (which made layers) - yes, but never a true "cut") Maia decided it was time. She has beautiful THICK hair. And she's darling no matter what. -- Mom and dad were a little sorry to see it go - but it's going to Locks of Love. And we need to realize some time that our little girl is growing up!

I know Christmas is long over, but this was worth posting.

My little Maia worried for days about having to hold hands with a boy. Turns out the little boy didn't tell his parents he'd be holding hands with a girl!! It's his mother you hear laughing because of the look on his face.

(I so remember agonizing over having hold Kevin Sharpe's hand for the Virginia Reel in 3rd grade!)

If you've followed my blog, even randomly, you'll know that my youngest is unpredictable when it comes to posing for the camera. And I do mean un. pre. dic. tah. bull. There really isn't a grey area - she either flirts with the camera or stomps away from it. We never know which is going to happen, or why. So this fine day I had the camera out in the bathroom (nope, don't recall why) and Ivy was in having a visit with the toilet when she realized what I was doing.

"Mom, will you take my picture? I want you to take a picture of me frowning."

"Okay" said I.

She finished washing her little fingers and then came over and immediately posed with this grin on her face. I snapped the picture and commented:

"I thought you wanted to frown in the picture." She gasped and declared "oh yeah! I forgot."

So next she tried to frown. Didn't quite work.




She tried harder the next time, but if you ask her mommy there's still a smile beneath the contortion and a twinkle in her eye.

Then Cooper came in and this is what happened.

Sweetness

Ivy left my bathroom with her fancy dress on and her stockinged toes inside her church shoes. I had just curled her hair and topped it with a matching bow, and off she went to the kitchen. Her daddy was there (doing dishes of course!) and here's what transpired.

Daddy: "Oh, Ivy, you sure do look pretty!"

Ivy: "Don't you mean I look gorgeous?!"

Some Chuckles

I'm sure you've noticed that I'm far behind on my blog, so I've picked a few of the most "memorable" moments from November to share with you.

Tessa dealing with a gross pile of dishes that sat too long in the sink. I must say she's creative. And I give her points for doing whatever she had to to get the job done, instead of throwing a fit (or throwing up) about it!

Sick little Maia


with her nurse beside her "reading" to her and tending to her needs. You can barely see the tiny shadow on the tiny chair, but little Ivy stuck with Maia for a couple of hours with a flashlight so as not to make her head hurt worse. I was rarely allowed in the room - and shooed out quickly if I was.


My niece's two boys. They (obviously) had just gotten out of the tub when they discovered it was snowing (in Oregon). This shot Amber took should really be entered in some contest. Darling!