celebrations

We'll see if I can condense the last five days into one blog post. It's been eventful.

Thursday

Daddy took the day off to enjoy Rachel's birthday with us. We started the day with a present. She chose the big one in the stack, which was five presents all wrapped together--five of these princess sets, kind of like Polly Pockets.

Oh. my. goodness. She was in princess heaven. We wouldn't have had to give her anything else. She would've been completely satisfied with these. And now there are teeny tiny little pieces of things laying all over the place (and some are already lost). And she cant get the clothes on and off herself, which means I have to do it. I'm rethinking this whole idea, but she loves them.

Next we had birthday donuts for breakfast. Rachel was thrilled. She picked off some sprinkles, then licked as much chocolate off the top as possible. She didn't take more than one bite of the donut. She just wanted the chocolate. Healthy start, huh? Oh well, her birthday only comes once a year!

Then we were off to the zoo. Without going into details about her behavior, it wasn't the best visit we've ever had, but it was a nice day, and she had a good time for the most part. It was just fun to spend the morning together. This is waiting to see the baby elephant, who was two weeks old.

After she woke up from her nap we gave her her next present:

We gave her a choice about where we should go to eat dinner. She chose pancakes, so we went to Bob Evans. She ordered her own dinner off the kids menu and ate all five of the little pancakes on her plate! We couldn't believe it. I guess she really DID want pancakes!

We came home and had ice cream and cake. She loved having us sing to her. I made her a little cake just for that day. The big cake was coming at the party. What a sugar high--five pancakes, cake, and ice cream....

She opened the rest of her presents--mostly dress up clothes of some sort.

It was a fun day to celebrate our sweet girl.

Friday

I started in bright and early at 7:30 AM on her castle cake for her party by baking the cakes, and then started in on the decorating.

What I thought would take me most of the morning ended up taking me until 3:00 PM! It was a long, tiring day of leaning over that silly cake. Over and over again I asked myself, "Why am I doing this???" But Rachel had known for weeks that she was having a castle cake and was so excited about it, so I couldn't change my mind.

I ran into some problems because my cake base wasn't as wide as the instructions said to make it. That meant some of the parts didn't fit where they were supposed to. My husband came to the rescue and cut some wood for me to fit under the front section

Finally I finished. I was pretty pleased with the results. But I'll never do it again! Then I had to worry that it wouldn't topple over before the party! It wasn't super sturdy.

The rest of the day we had to get the house ready for the party. I was already exhausted.

Saturday

We went up bright and early to my brother's house (they live an hour north of us) for their neighborhood's easter egg hunt. It was a cold but sunny morning. (That's the man that runs it, dressed in a pink bunny costume).Rachel didn't quite get it, and walked around looking at all of the eggs instead of picking them up and collecting them in her bucket, but she did collect some things and enjoyed herself. Mostly I think she liked playing with her cousin's toys after we went in to get warm at their house!

We came back home for lunch and a nap before the big birthday party. Family came and we got her up from her nap and the fun began.

We started the party with presents. We had saved some presents to give her at her party, and everyone else brought presents, too. She got so excited about every single thing....even when she'd open the present and it was an unmarked box she'd say, "Look! It's a BOX!" like it was the most exciting thing ever!

Then came cake and ice cream. The cake hadn't toppled, so I was happy about that.

I was so sad to take apart my hours of hard work, but everyone enjoyed the cake.

After that we headed outside. Rachel and her cousins had a blast. Rachel just loves being around people, especially people she adores as much as her family, so she was in heaven.

We ordered pizza for dinner (much, much easier than my cooking some elaborate dinner, which I've done in the past) and the kids played outside some more after that. Uncle Jack (my brother) arrived (he lives in NYC but was home for the home opener baseball game for his favorite team) and everyone was excited to see him. Rachel got to stay up extra late and play with some of her new toys (oh my, does she have some new toys.....just as many as if it was Christmas). It was a long, tiring, but fun day.

Sunday

Easter kind of got lost in the shuffle this year. I guess that's what happens when a birthday is so close to a holiday--either the birthday or the holiday gets slighted. This time it was the holiday. But we tried. Rachel was excited to find her Easter basket, which the Easter bunny had hidden in her new birthday princess tent.

She was thrilled to get dressed up. Not so thrilled to pose for the camera, however. The last few are the best ones we got, and they aren't that great of either of us.

She had fun at Sunday School but was excited to get home and play with her new toys some more.

My mom cooked us a delicious Easter dinner--it was so nice to finally not have fifty million things on my mind and not have to worry about it, and just enjoy it.

After Rachel went to bed my family left. I was sad the weekend was over, but also ready to get back to normal and rest. My mind has been working a mile a minute for weeks over all of this. I'm glad it all went well and our girl seemed to enjoy every single minute of it, which makes it all worth it.

to my birthday girl

Dear Rachel,


Three years ago today you made me the happiest person on earth when you entered our lives and made me a mother....my heart's greatest desire.

Every day since has been an adventure like none other.

Here is a glimpse of the fun year we've had this past year with you:

*Last spring you really learned the joys of the outdoors, and that love has only intensified with time. You love climbing on the playset, playing in your sandbox, and digging in the dirt. You've already told me that you want to help me plant flowers and make things grow. We'll give that a try in a month or so! Maybe you'll have the green thumb that I don't seem to have!

*Last summer we went on our first vacation as a family to the beach. You still talk about it: seeing the lighthouse, staying in the hotel, losing your purple shovel in the ocean, and collecting seashells. You play with these shells for hours when we're outside, counting them, and pretending they're all sorts of things.

*Your vocabulary has EXPLODED! Last year on your birthday you said some words here and there, but no real sentences to speak of. Now you don't stop talking from the moment you wake up until you go to sleep at night! Neither Daddy or I know where you get this chatterbox gene, but the things you say bring us lots and lots of laughs! (Just yesterday at dinner you told us you didn't want to eat your noodles because, "Princesses don't eat noodles!")

*You've learned to use the potty! It was a long process, and we still have a way to go, but this time you finally seem to have caught on! What a big, independent girl you are becoming!

*You've developed a love for all things Princesses and Thomas. Since Christmas, not a day has gone by, that I know of, without you wearing a princess dress over your clothes while you play at your train table. You've developed quite an imagination and pretend all sorts of things while you're playing. It's so fun for me to just watch and listen to you play. (Yesterday you were building towers with blocks. Every time they'd fall down, instead of saying, "Oh, no!" you'd yell out, just like Thomas, "Cinders and Ashes!")

*You love letters and have had fun learning their sounds this year. You're just in the beginning stages of understanding that those sounds blend together to make words, and we've had several lessons sounding out three letter words, which you enjoy, even if you don't quite understand. You put letters together and tell me you're making a word and want me to read it to you. You've become interested in the fact that some letters are capitals and some are lowercase, so we've been discussing that a lot, also, as you play with your letter magnets. And after much time and effort, you're finally starting to learn your numbers, too. You recognize 1, 2, 3, 4, and sometimes 5, 7,and 10. We're still working on the rest! It's so fun to get to be your teacher everyday!


People talk about the terrible twos, but I can honestly say that I never, ever in the last year thought of your being two as terrible. It's been a year full of fun, as you are nearly always happy, loving, obedient, and full of excitement about everything and everyone you encounter--always dancing, singing, and playing your way through each day. You love being with other people and it doesn't take you long at all to warm up to strangers and say something charming to endear you to others!

Probably the only thing I wish I could change about you is your appetite. You eat like a bird and are very picky. Daddy calls you a camel because one day you'll eat and eat all day long, and then for a week you'll hardly eat anything. You are your father's daughter, and have the biggest sweet tooth ever. Ice cream is your favorite, and though we get you the "kid sized" scoop, you would happily eat a full sized portion (or more!) every time if we'd let you! You also love strawberries, yogurt, chicken nuggets and fries, mac and cheese, crackers of all types, mashed potatoes, and plain cheese pizza. And for some strange reason on some nights you'll down a serving of canned green beans in a couple of seconds (other nights you want nothing to do with them).

You are a little girl full of empathy and care for others. Whenever someone else is crying, it makes you very sad. You bring me a kleenex if I'm sad, and gently rub my cheek, telling me to cheer up. In the store if we hear a baby crying, you'll comment on it every time and tell me that his mommy needs to give him a kleenex to help make him feel better, since it's what makes you feel better! If only my giving you a kleenex would always take away all of the hurts you will unfortunately encounter in life....

Happy Birthday, my sweet three year old Rachel. You are such a big girl now, and time is going way too fast. I just want to freeze you in this stage and enjoy you like this forever. But I'm also looking forward to enjoying what the next year holds, and continuing to watch you learn and grow.

Your Daddy and I love you more than words could ever say, and we're so thankful that we have been given the gift of being your parents.

Love,
Mommy

also in big girl news....

Lots of growing up has been going on around here in the last 24 hours.

First the big girl bed.

Then, as we were getting ready for a bath last night, she decided to get herself undressed for the first time all by herself. It took awhile, and she almost asked for help, but she perservered and did it. I showed her her hamper and she put her clothes in it all by herself.

We went into the bathroom and I handed her her toothbrush. All of a sudden, without any prompting or reminders from me, she lifted up the lid of her potty seat, sat down, and went! That's the first time she's ever gone completely on her own without Daddy or me telling her to sit on the potty. She must've actually realized that she needed to go! Amazing! We've been potty training pretty seriously all week this week, with little progress, except when she happens to be on the potty at the right time because we've told her to try (I've been setting the timer for 20 minutes all day when we're home and she's been really good about sitting down for a few minutes every time she hears the timer, and sometimes we catch it at the right time). She's also been dry for long stretches of time, which is progress.

And the most amazing thing about the potty story took place just before that. Right before we had gone upstairs to take a bath, we had been downstairs cleaning up her toys. She was sitting on the floor cleaning up some beads. She was muttering kind of under her breath, "I no pee pee on the floor. I no pee pee on the floor." I figured out what she was saying and asked, "Do you need to pee pee?" She said no, she didn't. I didn't think much else about it, but after she did use the potty upstairs I thought, maybe she had actually known she had to go while she was downstairs cleaning up and managed to talk herself out of having an accident?!

Progress, eh? (Hope I didn't just jinx it by writing that!) Maybe things are finally starting to click in that little mind of hers.

look where she's sleeping....

We were going to wait until we moved her into her official "big girl room," (it's huge--the kind of room every girl would want to grow up in!) but it's going to be a few months before we can get the wallpaper stripped and get it painted and everything moved out (it's currently the guest room/catch-all room). So we decided just to put a twin bed in her small nursery-sized room for now. It's a trundle bed from under my old daybed. We decided to leave it in the down position for now, since she has a tendency to roll around a lot and this way if she falls out, she won't fall far.

She's thrilled.

I cried.

honey?

This morning Rachel saw a picture on our new April calendar page we already flipped (it's a photo calendar of pictures of her) of her birthday party from last year. She saw her Pooh cake and said, "Wook! It's Pooh! Where's my Pooh?" So she found her Tigger and her Pooh dolls, which she hasn't played with in months and months. It was like she had found her long lost best friends. She was so excited to give Pooh hugs and watch Tigger bounce. (This is the picture she was looking at, and those are her Tigger and Pooh dolls she found.)



While she was playing with them she said to Pooh, "Pooh, I get you some honey. You like honey." She walked over to her grocery cart where all of her pretend food is kept. "Sowwy, Pooh, I don't hab any honey. I have mashed potatoes. You like mashed potatoes?" and she pulled out a plastic baked potato, which is what she calls her mashed potatoes, and proceeded to "feed" it to Pooh. Pooh seemed to like it. I couldn't stop laughing.



I've spent the last hour trying to plan and organize the next week and a half. Whew, what a week and a half it will be! Rachel's pictures, Rachel's birthday, Rachel's birthday party, and Easter. Lots and lots to do. I might be MIA from the blog for awhile....but after Easter, you can count on plenty of pictures and stories from all of our adventures next week.

birthday celebration #1

It's 12 days until she turns three, but already the celebrating has begun!

Last night we continued the tradition we started last year and had dinner at Red Robin to celebrate the birthdays of Rachel and her friend, Jada. (Sadly, last year we celebrated Kaden's birthday, too, since they're all born within two and a half weeks of each other, so we desperately missed them this year. This year we had the fun of having my friend Christa and her family join in on the fun, though! Jada's birthday was actually yesterday. Kaden's was last Sunday, and Rachel's is on the 9th).

Rachel had a ball, her first time not sitting in a high chair at a restaurant. She sat next to Jada in a booth, with Daddy on the other side of her. Daddy didn't enjoy this experience, however, since she used him as leverage every time she wanted to move around, and he ended up with ketchup all over him from her messy hands! (Note to self....don't sit next to Rachel in a booth for a few more years, unless wearing a red shirt--luckily Daddy was!)

This is Rachel's version of smiling for the camera.....looking off to the side and saying "cheese," so it doesn't really look like a smile at all. Ugh...you'll see that in several pictures below. Hopefully we have better luck when we go to the studio in a couple of weeks to get pictures taken!

The waiters and waitresses came and sang to them and brought the sundaes. Rachel was already digging into the ice cream before they were even finished singing.

Christa and family brought both Jada and Rachel a present--

--Rachel's first My Little Pony.

After they told each other happy birthday they gave one another a hug. Too bad they're facing the wrong direction!!

What a fun night with friends! I can't believe they're all growing up so fast.

why?

It has started.

"Why, Mommy?"

It's 7:22 AM and she's already asked me this question about five times.

Oh my. What are we in for? She's going to be asking us this question for the rest of her life.

publishing?

Anyone know anything about how to turn your blog into a book? I need to get this thing printed before it would somehow get lost--too much precious info that is written down nowhere else! Some time ago I started printing it out myself, but I didn't get very far and it would take entirely too much paper and ink at this point to consider that. I found one website that will do it, but it's kind of expensive, and I couldn't print it all at once because I have too many photos (it only allows you 1000 photos and I have around 1200!) Rather than start deleting, or breaking it up into several books, I thought maybe I should keep looking. I can't find any others, though.

Anyone?

lions and tigers and bugs, oh my!

Let me preface this post by saying that I'm not scared of bugs. I don't like them particularly, but they don't scare me, and I never make a big deal about seeing one.

Having said that, let me say that Rachel has developed a fear of them, and I have no idea where it's come from, since she's never seen or heard anything particularly derogatory about them from her Daddy or me. And she's not around other kids all that much, so she couldn't have gotten this from them, either. She's never been stung or had a bad experience with a bug, to my knowledge. So I guess it must be innate. Strange.

I first noticed it last week when we were outside. She wanted to climb up her slide but saw a minuscule little gnat on the slide. She wouldn't set foot on the slide until I moved it. I gently brushed it into the grass. She inspected the slide for more and found two. Those had to be removed as well. Finally the slide was clear for climbing (I should also mention that her slide is made for climbing--the Rainbow people know that kids like to climb slides, so they build it with a lip for kids to hang onto and sturdy enough that it's safe to do. We don't let her climb on slides at parks and so forth because we don't want her to be in the way of kids sliding down the slide. She knows it's only something she gets to do at home).

So anyway, the next bout with bugs came last week when I opened the sandbox. After playing in it awhile with her, I went over and sat in the sun on the step of the deck while she continued to play. All of a sudden she came running over to me yelling, "Somebody's in my sandbox! Help me, Mommy!" I walked over with her and she pointed to a bug, maybe a half inch long. I don't know what it was, but it was definitely harmless. I took a shell she had been playing with, scooped him out, and put him in the grass. She got back in and resumed playing.

Over the weekend she was sitting on my lap watching a video. A wasp flew by us. She jumped off my lap and ran into the kitchen as fast as she could. "A bee, Mommy! A bee! Get it!" she yelled. Daddy got the "bee," and all was fine.

But two nights ago she woke up repeatedly from her sleep. Every half hour or so for several hours she'd wake up crying and calling for me. She was always half asleep, and didn't say much, but it was clear that she had had a bad dream. Around 2:00 I heard her screaming, "Get me out! Get me out!" I went in and she was standing up in bed (this was odd--she's usually sitting up) facing the wall. When I opened the door she said, "Someping's in my bed, Mommy! Get me out!" She held her arms up for me to pick her up. Again, this was strange, because she never wants me to take her out of bed at night. Usually she cries if I try to pick her up when she's half asleep. I asked her what was in her bed and she said, "A bug!" and continued to cry. "It's on me! Get it, Mommy! It's on me on my bike ride!" (We had gone for a bike ride that evening--she now has a bike trailer in which to ride while Daddy pulls her).

I knew she had been dreaming, at that point, and that there were no bugs in her bed or on her.

So I don't know where all this has come from, or if it's going to last, but if it does, we're in for a long summer, since she's a girl who loves to be outside, and there are bound to be plenty of bugs there!

open for business

With the warm weather last week, we finally opened the crab. Rachel's been asking and asking, so I finally caved.

An hour and a half later, she finally came inside, shoes full of sand and a heart filled with joy.

spring!

The last few days have been warm and wonderful (otherwise perfect, if not for headaches and a bad cold, but I'm not complaining...I love this weather!).

Yesterday morning we were playing outside. Rachel didn't want to come in for lunch. So I asked her if she would like to eat lunch outside. She was SO excited by that idea. We went down to the basement and got her picnic table, which we had brought inside at the end of the fall. She "helped" me clean it, and I made her lunch and took it out to her. She kept saying, "I eating wunch outside, Mommy!" like she was getting away with something!

Thrilling!

Today we were running some errands and I happened to find this dress up outfit on clearance. I'm making a collection for her for her birthday, but since she was with me, I couldn't hide this one from her, so she knew I bought it and couldn't wait to get home to get it on. She was torn between playing outside and wearing her princess dress. The princess dress won.

Here she's "dancing wiff Snow White."

Notice the short sleeved shirt!!! Yay for warm weather!! Colder weather is supposed to be upon us tomorrow, but I think the end of winter is finally in sight. Hooray!