Hannah and a boy cut

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Hannah suddenly told me that she wanted short hair. Where did that come from? I asked her how short she wanted her hair. She said,
BOY SHORT.
Don't get me wrong. I have some dear friends with the cutest short hair cuts, but it just so happens that I am deeply fond of Hannah's golden brown locks and to lose them would be tragic. Am I being dramatic? It's amazing how attached I can get to things I adore.

I'm going to see if I can find a way to show Hannah what she would look like with boy-short hair. If she absolutely loves the look - and loves it for at least ten years - I'll consider letting her do it.
If I can't get through to her, I might be calling on reinforcements for an intervention.

"Mary had a little lamb"

That's what Dan said when Jane came into our room this morning with her blanket draped over her head and holding her Lamby.
She usually wraps her blanket around herself, after removing all of her clothing, and sometimes her blanket makes it onto her head.

There's something endearing about a child literally wrapped up in her own little bit of comfort and security. This blanket is special because Grandma made it. And then there's Lamby. I really love that thing, mostly because Jane loves it so much. A few days ago, I thought Lamby was gone and I was genuinely sad (Monica, knows what I'm talking about. I still have hope for Mino). I thought I should take more photos of Lamby, just in case.

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"Anything!"

Lately, when I ask Hannah questions like, "what's that noise?" or "what are you doing in there?" or "what is Jane crying about?", her response is invariably, "Anything", which she means is nothing, which really means something.

This afternoon, when I called out to her in the kitchen, "Hannah, what are you doing?"
and she said, "Anything!", I knew I needed to check on her.
She had opened the box of pasta I had just bought and was making letters from a pile of noodles on the floor.

At first I was upset that she was using the same noodles I was planning on cooking with tonight. Then, I realized it was a good learning opportunity for her, as she doesn't like to write letters on paper too much.
I let her play. What are a few less noodles in my pot, anyway? Sometimes, I really have to yell at myself to keep things in perspective.
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Gov's Island

For Dan's biweekly Friday off, we went from our island (technically, Queens is on an island) to Manhattan Island to Governor's Island.
Here are a few of the girls. I'll start with Hannah defending herself against the onslaught of bubbles blowing her way.








It was a very relaxing day.
You can see more of the girls here and here.

It's growing

We knew we were getting a little water damage in between our ceiling and wall,
but then one morning, I woke up and saw this growing out of the corner.


Oh, you want a closer look, do you?
By all means.


This thing actually had stems and leaves. Weird and gross.
When Hannah saw the ceiling she said,
"I think it's broken. You better get a new ceiling quick, Mama."

Indeed!

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Every parents dream

Hannah said she wanted these for her "wedding flowers".
I don't know who she thinks she is talking about her wedding already, but I will say that if her desire for a weed bouquet holds, then she will have one happy mother and father on her wedding day.
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We love chocolate!

"These girls..."

That's what I said tonight when I saw Hannah and Jane after coming home from a meeting.
I saw them and I thought, "Ah, these are my girls, and they are... amazing!"
I practically smothered them until lights out,
and then I smothered them a little more.
Hannah just took it like she had no will. I think she loved it.

Jane cracked me up when she starting crying to have the roll of duct tape with her in bed. She has certainly grown fond of the stuff since it became a necessary component of diaper changing.


Hannah really isn't this bad at smiling. She happened to be showing me a "teeth smile."

These girls...
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Mother-daughter picnic date

Hannah has been asking if she could go on a picnic for some time now. She has some books with picnic scenes, complete with the red-checkered blanket and she never fails to point it out to me. Well, tonight the little lady was granted her wish.
For our date, Hannah and I packed up the bike trailer with the necessary items for an outdoor meal and headed to the nearest park with grass, which isn't as close as you might think for all the parks they have in NYC.

Here's what was on the menu, designed by Hannah:
pasta,
tomatoes,
chips,
apples with peanut butter,
yogurt,
pink lemonade and
chocolate milk


In addition, Hannah wanted some time for activities so we brought along bubbles and water balloons (again, her choice). Hannah has been wanting to play with water balloons since she saw kids filling them up at the park, but I realized tonight when I pulled them out that she didn't know what to do with them.
I said, "OK, do you want to throw them now?"
She looked at me incredulously, eyes wide and slowly said, "Nooo!"
"Well, what do you want to do with them?
"We can put them in the grass."

Eventually, I convinced her that the divine purpose of a water balloon is for it to be thrown with great force. I threw one and after it popped and splashed, she was eager to throw one herself. She made me proud as she launched each one.
We blew some bubbles and then it was time to go.

I really enjoyed having the time to focus only on Hannah. We definitely need to do it more often.

When we came home, we ate some of these simple and delicious treats that I saw on Natalie's blog this morning.

Hannah saw them on her blog too, and wanted them for our date so we made some. We decided to share them, much to Dan's delight. Dan said that's how s'mores should be- he's one of those who doesn't care for the dryness that a s'more can offer. I can see what he means.

We watched The Princess Bride to end Hannah's date night. She often asks to watch it, but she can only watch it with us- "It's scary!" but she loves it anyway.

I so look forward to date nights.

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The culmination of things

Hannah has previously shown her passion for towels and boxes. Now these two things have come together in what seems to be perfect harmony.

As always, when things are too quiet, I have to do safety and quality checks to make sure everything is OK. I walked into my bedroom and found this:


I asked her what she was doing but she didn't respond. I peeked under the towel to find her smiling at me.


She said she was trying to go to sleep, so I let her be. She never fell asleep, but I'm glad she put those Costco boxes to good use. I kept the boxes out of the recycling for a couple of days just for play time.

The people of NY

As we were approaching our building from a short walk this afternoon, a somewhat elderly woman approached me telling me about how she had all of this cheese. She said she wanted to see if she could sell the cheese but told herself if she couldn't find anyone to buy the cheese, she would give it away. I politely smiled and nodded trying to understand her broken English.
My kids were starting to wander away so I wasn't paying too much attention to her ramblings, but I heard bits about open-heart surgery, kittens, noodles and of course, the 2 pound block of American Cheese.
I rounded my kids up and was hoping to take the opportunity to excuse myself to go inside with my children. Then the woman finally got to her point.

I will give you the cheese, [she pulls it out] look- it's low fat, and you give me money, not very much, and tomorrow I come and watch you children and you give me money, whatever you can.

Whoa! This was a new level of unscrupulous panhandling that I wasn't used to- so bold!
I quickly mentioned that I have no need for the cheese nor a sitter nor do I have any cash.
She retorted:

But you have checks right? You write checks? I come tomorrow. Are you American?

About as American as that cheese, I suppose, only I hope I taste better.

I insisted she try and sell the cheese to someone else and that I really didn't want it. She insisted on giving me the cheese anyway. I urged her to keep the cheese. I was getting aggravated by now.
Ignoring my wishes, and my tone, she pulled out a new bag and put the cheese in it. She told me to take it and it was OK if I didn't have money. She said she was alone and couldn't eat the cheese by herself.
I said thank you, herded up my girls and turned to go inside.
Her last words were

Good luck with the cheese!

Thanks, I'll need it!
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Hannah and her sister

Hannah is such a nurturing big sister. She is almost always concerned about Jane and trying to take care of her.
Today, after I put Jane down for her nap and without me knowing, Hannah had gone in their room to cover Jane up with Hannah's "special blanket" and put some stuffed animals under her arm, one of which is Jane's Lamby. I went in to make sure it was cool enough and found her like this.
I felt my heart warm a little, took a picture and then pulled the blanket down as it happens to be the warmest quilt we own. She was surely roasting. I just hope Hannah doesn't go back in there to see her good intentions disregarded.

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We have been doing other things, mostly Summer related- BBQs, swimming, eating ice cream, playing in parks, etc. Unfortunately, however, our computer is getting fixed and the photos I have taken remain on my camera (the above photo was taken with Dan's).
We should be up and blogging in no time.

Out of our mouths

Hannah was asleep on the floor one night while we were at Cannon Beach. She started to stir, waking me up, then she moaned and she yelled out,
"Grumpy Old Troll!!!"

(Those of you who know Dora know who I'm talking about)

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Also at Cannon Beach, we visited the ward in Seaside for Fast and Testimony meeting. We sat way in the back and even though we couldn't see a thing, Hannah was listening. A woman was crying and sniffling through her testimony. Hannah, with a mixed look of angst and boredom said,

"This is kinda sad."

I just wish I had a picture.


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Jane makes this funny sound at random.
She very quickly sticks her tongue out and back in with a "bulub"
She'll do it when the elevator door opens, or she'll do it after I've given her a snack, etc. Sometimes she laughs at herself after she's done it.
I have know idea where she got that one.

Bailey Bailey

That's what Hannah calls her new cousin Bailey. It came from Baby Bailey and no matter how many times I'd correct her, Hannah would still say, "Bailey Bailey." I don't know if it will stick, but it was cute for the week at the beach.







You can see more of Bailey Bailey here.

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Home again

We've been home now for two days. We had a lot of traveling to do with plane rides and car rides, but the whole week at the beach was worth it. The weather was a bit more favorable last year, but that didn't keep us from having fun. There were some warm sunny days that got us in our bathing suits.
Some of the most memorable moments were our hike to Short Sands, our evening in Seaside, the Cannon Beach Cook-off (our family version of Iron Chef), seeing our friends Wyatt and Brittany who paid us a visit, and well, pretty much everything else we did. The girls loved being so free, as did we, and seeing their cousins, aunts and uncles, and of course, grandma and papa.

If you've read Dan's or my blog, you already know that our computer died while we were in Oregon, so I couldn't unload my camera. However, I have loads of photos of my niece and nephew, of which I will be posting soon. Until then, here is a photo that has nothing to do with Cannon Beach. It's simply called "lunch at the water park".