Yesterday while at the park Gwenevere counted to five. I was so amazed. She hasn't done it since and every time I ask she says "No".
But I am still impressed. Way to go Gwenevere
We are the Happy Hippies and this is a glimpse of our life
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
For the Beauty of the Earth
Life is hard, and no one, I mean no one has it easy. But what makes life worth living, is that fact that we can change our perspectives and learn from what we are given. The human mind is the most resilient organism on the entire planet. Science raves about beetles and other prehistoric animals that have evolved and continue to survive unpredictable odds, but so have Humans.
Humans have also been the cause of much of our own inflections, our choices to the environment, to ourselves and to other relations. In a world where little hope and faith exist there are many who still look for the joy, the beauty, and good in human life.
You can be one of those people who can see negative forces but choice to embrace the good of life.
Humans have also been the cause of much of our own inflections, our choices to the environment, to ourselves and to other relations. In a world where little hope and faith exist there are many who still look for the joy, the beauty, and good in human life.
You can be one of those people who can see negative forces but choice to embrace the good of life.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Rough and Tough
Gwenevere is 100 percent girl. She loves dolls and dresses, kissing, and hugging, and pink. yes I said pink. The one color I dislike is the one color Gwenevere loves. She's not a pinkaholic but she definitely knows what pink is and loves it.
But with all the pink, and babies, and girlie side of Gwenevere she also has a rough and tough side. Thanks to the many boy (space) friends, Gwenevere plays with. Gwenevere has developed a new love. TRAINS. I was watching some boys for an hour while their mom had a dentist appointment. They brought over Thomas the Train movies. Gwenevere knows Thomas the train as "Preston the Train" Since her cousin Preston loves Thomas the Train too.
Well, lately Gwenevere has been asking to watch Thomas the Train, Thank you Netflix.
Yesterday at Church we sat next to another family with a small boy Gwenevere's age who had a Thomas the Train toy Gwenevere played with. At the end of Scarament meeting Gwenevere started to cry when I made her return Thomas the Train. She kept saying "My Thomas, My Thomas". Hahahaha I love it.
So this weekend we will be picking up James' old train set for Gwenevere to play with.
But with all the pink, and babies, and girlie side of Gwenevere she also has a rough and tough side. Thanks to the many boy (space) friends, Gwenevere plays with. Gwenevere has developed a new love. TRAINS. I was watching some boys for an hour while their mom had a dentist appointment. They brought over Thomas the Train movies. Gwenevere knows Thomas the train as "Preston the Train" Since her cousin Preston loves Thomas the Train too.
Well, lately Gwenevere has been asking to watch Thomas the Train, Thank you Netflix.
Yesterday at Church we sat next to another family with a small boy Gwenevere's age who had a Thomas the Train toy Gwenevere played with. At the end of Scarament meeting Gwenevere started to cry when I made her return Thomas the Train. She kept saying "My Thomas, My Thomas". Hahahaha I love it.
So this weekend we will be picking up James' old train set for Gwenevere to play with.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
James' birthday wrap up
So James had a birthday on Thursday. Happy birthday James. You are the love of my life, my best friend, the warmest heater, the brightest smile, love of my life.
On Tuesday Gwenevere and I went to the store and Gwenevere picked out a present for Papa.
While walking through the store, on are way to the electronic section where I figured we'd pick out a movie for Papa, Gwenevere spotted an Elmo Shirt in the men's department. So it truly was Gwenevere who picked out her papa's gift.
On Wednesday we wrapped the presents, and since Gwenevere was so excited for Papa to open his present. And I was almost sure she was going to say "Elmo Shirt, Papa, Elmo Shirt," James opened his presents the day before his birthday.
Gwenevere convinced Papa to wear his new Elmo shirt so she could wear his other shirt the rest of the night.
We also gave him a new white shirt designed by me. Yep I said designed my me. I order the shirt off of www.itailor.com. James likes is white shirts a special way and after spending two months going to every department store I could think of, shopping online, and finding nothing that fits James standards I decided it would be worth it. So if you find yourself a picky white shirt wearer or a spouse of a pick white shirt wearer, I would recommend www.itailor.com. It's wonderful.
So on Thursday, James actual birthday, James went to school. When he came home we ate clam chowder in bread bowls and then took Gwenevere to a friends house so James and I could attend an REI class on cross country skiing. It got me all excited for cold snow and an outdoor adventure before the snow melts.
But On Saturday we had the actual birthday celebration. We invited a few friends for dinner and dessert. We made individual cookie pies and put ice cream on top right after the cookie pies came out of the over. It was Heaven.
So that is it, James is now 28 years old and with all the schooling he's accomplished in the last year I'm confident to say wiser too.
Happy Birthday James
On Tuesday Gwenevere and I went to the store and Gwenevere picked out a present for Papa.
While walking through the store, on are way to the electronic section where I figured we'd pick out a movie for Papa, Gwenevere spotted an Elmo Shirt in the men's department. So it truly was Gwenevere who picked out her papa's gift.
On Wednesday we wrapped the presents, and since Gwenevere was so excited for Papa to open his present. And I was almost sure she was going to say "Elmo Shirt, Papa, Elmo Shirt," James opened his presents the day before his birthday.
Gwenevere convinced Papa to wear his new Elmo shirt so she could wear his other shirt the rest of the night.
We also gave him a new white shirt designed by me. Yep I said designed my me. I order the shirt off of www.itailor.com. James likes is white shirts a special way and after spending two months going to every department store I could think of, shopping online, and finding nothing that fits James standards I decided it would be worth it. So if you find yourself a picky white shirt wearer or a spouse of a pick white shirt wearer, I would recommend www.itailor.com. It's wonderful.
So on Thursday, James actual birthday, James went to school. When he came home we ate clam chowder in bread bowls and then took Gwenevere to a friends house so James and I could attend an REI class on cross country skiing. It got me all excited for cold snow and an outdoor adventure before the snow melts.
But On Saturday we had the actual birthday celebration. We invited a few friends for dinner and dessert. We made individual cookie pies and put ice cream on top right after the cookie pies came out of the over. It was Heaven.
So that is it, James is now 28 years old and with all the schooling he's accomplished in the last year I'm confident to say wiser too.
Happy Birthday James
Parasite attach
Lately I feel my brain has a computer virus that has caused it to think extra slow. You know what I'm talking about, the kind of viruses that make you want to throw your computer out the window.
But I have a good excuse. I have a parasite growing in me. You ask, what is a parasite? From the dictionary: a parasite is An organism that obtains nourishment and shelter in another organism.
Yep, most people like to call this parasite, a fetus and the nine month duration of invasion, a pregnancy but lately it feels more like a parasite.
But on a good note. This parasite has one very happy older sister who is just dieing to meet him or her. The other day Gwenevere came up to me, kissed my stomach and then punched it while saying "Baby come out".
Trying to explain to Gwenevere that this baby isn't going to coming out anytime soon has been entertaining to say the least. I try to tell Gwenevere that the baby won't be coming till Gwenevere is almost 3 years old. As if that explains how long it's going to take. But it's fun to see that she is so excited. Gwenevere has several friends who have recently added another baby to their families and Gwenevere is on a baby kick. Several times through out the day I will find myself holding baby dolls Gwenevere brings to me crying saying "Mama, mama." We pretend to feed her baby dolls, change their diapers, and wrap them in up to cuddle them.
It's been fun watching Gwenevere really get involved in the whole baby process. I think i'm going to use this baby excitement to potty train Gwenevere. I figured I'll start telling Gwenevere that she needs to learn to potty on the toilet all the time in order for baby to come. And that when she is wearing panties all day long we will go to a special toy store and pick out a new baby doll for her.
Gwenevere has three baby dolls that she loves, one that is really tiny, one that is huge, it's about the same size and Gwenevere, and one that is is all cloths with a plastic underlining that crinkles and creeks every time it's touched. I strongly believe that every little girl needs one very nice doll. So if Gwenevere is ready to be potty trained it's time to invest in a nice quality doll.
Okay so i'm just rambling now, maybe it's the fact that I've been lazy and having taken any pictures lately so i'm not sure what will make this post complete. But I'll stop, and relieve you from this monologue.
But I have a good excuse. I have a parasite growing in me. You ask, what is a parasite? From the dictionary: a parasite is An organism that obtains nourishment and shelter in another organism.
Yep, most people like to call this parasite, a fetus and the nine month duration of invasion, a pregnancy but lately it feels more like a parasite.
But on a good note. This parasite has one very happy older sister who is just dieing to meet him or her. The other day Gwenevere came up to me, kissed my stomach and then punched it while saying "Baby come out".
Trying to explain to Gwenevere that this baby isn't going to coming out anytime soon has been entertaining to say the least. I try to tell Gwenevere that the baby won't be coming till Gwenevere is almost 3 years old. As if that explains how long it's going to take. But it's fun to see that she is so excited. Gwenevere has several friends who have recently added another baby to their families and Gwenevere is on a baby kick. Several times through out the day I will find myself holding baby dolls Gwenevere brings to me crying saying "Mama, mama." We pretend to feed her baby dolls, change their diapers, and wrap them in up to cuddle them.
It's been fun watching Gwenevere really get involved in the whole baby process. I think i'm going to use this baby excitement to potty train Gwenevere. I figured I'll start telling Gwenevere that she needs to learn to potty on the toilet all the time in order for baby to come. And that when she is wearing panties all day long we will go to a special toy store and pick out a new baby doll for her.
Gwenevere has three baby dolls that she loves, one that is really tiny, one that is huge, it's about the same size and Gwenevere, and one that is is all cloths with a plastic underlining that crinkles and creeks every time it's touched. I strongly believe that every little girl needs one very nice doll. So if Gwenevere is ready to be potty trained it's time to invest in a nice quality doll.
Okay so i'm just rambling now, maybe it's the fact that I've been lazy and having taken any pictures lately so i'm not sure what will make this post complete. But I'll stop, and relieve you from this monologue.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
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