All in a Day's Words

Did you know Makenna didn't have more than 4 words until after she was 18 months old? Did you know our little girl went to Speech Therapy for the better part of last year? Did you know that when she broke her tiny arm at 19 months, she couldn't tell me where she was hurting, or even that she was hurting? Lately, all that has been hard for me to remember because of what a loquacious little thing she's turned into.

The last few weeks I've noticed how funny Makenna is becoming. Many times during the day I find myself laughing out loud at little things coming out of her mouth. However, when I tried to tell people about it, I forgot completely what had been said and ended up laughing alone at the thing which I forgot, but knew that it was funny. Sad, isn't it? So in an attempt to share some of her 2-year-old humor, and also to not look so lame laughing alone next time you see me, I've decided to write down some of them.

The following are just from Friday, when I made the goal to record her laughable lines:

Makenna: I'm going shopping to get a new purse right now.
Me: What color is your new purse?
Makenna: Pink.
Me: How much money did it cost?
Makenna: Four years.
Me: Hmmm.
Makenna: (2 minutes later) I'm getting a new one. This purse died.


Makenna in the bathtub, me in her room nursing Addison.
"Mommy."
"Mommy."
"Mommy."
"Mommy."
"Mommy."
(I just didn't answer her. I don't know why. Don't judge me.)
"ANYONE HOME HERE?!"


Makenna still in the bathtub, 5 minutes later. I'm trying, unsuccessfully, to wash her hair, which she despises.
Me: Hold still while I rinse your hair please.
(Struggling. More struggling. Even more struggling.)
Makenna: Stop it Mommy! I'M GOING CRAZY!
(I swear she hasn't heard that from me)


Serving dinner earlier that evening, I hand her a plate of food.
Makenna: Thank you Mommy.
Me: You're very welcome.
Makenna: Nice manners Mommy. Thank you for saying "you're welcome."
(A few minutes later)
Makenna: Is that food good Mommy?
Me: Yes, it tastes very good.
Makenna: Okay, good. Because mine is delicious.

Rockin' Mother's Day

Does life get any better than this? I really don't think it can. I am so blessed to be these two precious girls' mother. It takes my breath away how much love I have for both of them. That's not to say I don't have my days of pure craziness and utter impatience, but weighing them out, they're few and far between when I think of what joy these two little souls bring me.


I don't want to make anyone insanely jealous out there, but I've got to relay the amazing day that was my Mother's Day.
8:30 am Delicious breakfast in bed (thick cinnamon french toast, bacon, and OJ...I'm salivating as I write) delivered by my hubby and overly-anxious daughter, homemade card in hand.
9 am Walk downstairs to a clean house and beautiful flowers in my very favorite vase.
10 am Wonderful hubby gets the girls ready in their little dresses while I take an extra long time pampering.
Noon: Church, where I received a delectable little Mother's Day chocolate truffle bar that was totally worth the 360 calories it contained.
Afternoon: Naps for the little ones and some oh-so-coveted time with my hubby, where he presented me with the very unexpected (but very lovely) gift of... a chocolate fountain. Who knew we needed one? I tell you, friends, it is a little gem of an appliance, truly. We had fun trying it out Sunday night and stuffing ourselves silly with chocolate; (don't worry, we rationed it by taking time to dip things in it too).

Oh, thank you to whoever instated this as a National Holiday. I love you forever.


Now, onto Addison's two-month check-up...


The little chub is nearly 13 pounds, which puts her in the 82nd percentile. She's measuring in the 99th percentile for height (not entirely surprising). I will forgo mentioning her head circumference since it is nearly off the charts in the other direction (our clan clearly has rather small heads).

She is a chub-of-all-chubs and sported her first pair of 6-9 month pants today (she's 9 weeks old). She is smiling often and we are all collectively falling in love with her wide, toothless grin and happy, squinty eyes. She sleeps like a baby champ, going 5-7 hours at night to start and then 3-4 after that. I am counting my blessings on a nightly basis. I should mention that 5-7 hours starts around 11pm after her bouts of colic have worn off for the night. Other than that, she's a happy, easy-going little baby who puts up quite well with Makenna's constant mothering and very physical affection (think inadvertent body-slam..."I'm giving Baby Addison loves Mommy."

Temple Craft

This is the handout I did for my Young Women's lesson (Manual 2, Lesson 15) on Sunday. I taught on Temple Marriage and I found this darling idea on The Idea Door. It was super easy and they had nearly all the temples to choose from (I decided to go with the iconic Salt Lake Temple over the D.C. one) on the web site. We used MDF board, painted it, sanded it, used spray adhesive for the scrapbook paper background and then Mod Podged it all. I love how they turned out and it was super cheap, considering all that I made.

Telling Off A Prophet

The other day I was at the doctor's office with Makenna and Addison in the waiting room. Makenna wandered over to a selection of children's books. She selected one we have at home, No David by David Shannon. Before I record her interpretation of the book, let me tell you that over the past couple of months she has been obsessed with the Primary song, "Latter-Day Prophets." She makes us sing it with her nightly.
Proof of her undying love for this song (she's being a bit goofy, but let me assure you, she's got all the words down pat, even if they don't sound entirely intelligible):




She began to read the book aloud for all to hear:

"NO DAVID O. MCKAY. NO!!!
NAUGHTY DAVID O. MCKAY, NAUGHTY.
Mommy, David O. McKay being naughty right here.
NO, NO!!!"

And there you have it. If the sweet prophet were alive today, I would be very reluctant to take her to see him at General Conference.

Just a Few Pictures

I don't have any exciting news or blog-worthy stories today, so I'll keep it simple with a few recent pictures.











p.s. Is my kid the only one who has to have on the wackiest, fake-smile face on in order for a picture to be taken? It's her "I'm-supposed-to-be-smiling-and-I-think-this-is-how-I-look-when-I-smile" face.