Gone Fishin

Uncle Robby and Aunt Aleesha were headed up to Bountiful lake for some fishing. They let Bailey and Hazel tag along and judging by Bailey constantly talking about the fish she caught and how she wants to go again so bad I think they had a great time.

Thanks so much Rob and Aleesha for taking them. You guys are the best.

Preschool Time!

Today is the day she has been waiting for...first day of preschool! She thought it was hilarious that her first day of school was on Daddy's birthday. She also thought she was so cool that Daddy was at school today and she was off to school as well. She woke up nice and early, ate her breakfast, got dressed, let me do her hair and brush her teeth and then headed outside for some pictures. She was more than happy to pose, she just wouldn't stick her tongue back into her mouth.

 Then we went back inside, woke up Hazel who was dead asleep, and dragged her outside so she could shake Bails hand of course...

 It was either the tongue sticking out, a goofy face, or wiggling her body around. I guess that is what a super great mood does to picture time in this house. Hazel was pretty confused, I think. She kept looking at me, then back at Bails, and then eventually started to imitate crazy Bailey's antics.

 We got to school in time to walk Bails in on her first day. She was so excited to head inside her classroom and put her 'special bag' in her cubby, the green oval. Then she turned to me with a big hug and a smile, said goodbye, and then headed right over to the plethora of toys. Hazel was so disappointed she had to leave with me. By the time we got back to the car she was in tears while she pointed at Bail's car seat and jibber jabbered.

 A few short hours later she was back home with us. When she hopped back into the car she was so happy and excited to see Hazel. It was so hard to get her to buckle because she kept holding Hazel's hand and talking to her. The way home she told me all about her day...the boy who kept crying because he was so sad that his Mom was gone, but she was so brave...they got to play outside...snack time...they sang lots of songs and she had to go potty and went all by herself!

 She was also very clear to me that she needed to show her Daddy her bus name tag. Round #2 of picture time was much more difficult because they were busy running around chasing each other and playing ring a round the rosie.

 They eventually calmed down enough to pose for a few pictures, but not without making silly faces of course.

 Little Hazel always has to copy her big sister.

 And the final one before I called it quits and made everyone come inside for lunch and naps.

Happy First Day of Preschool Bailey!

Oh Hazel...

In a matter of days Hazel has overcome her fear of water and is now in love with it. When she swims she thinks it is hilarious to stick her face under the water and terrify her parents. 

She has also re-developed her love for the bathtub. I have found her countless times sitting in the empty tub playing with toys while Bails is on the potty (big sister's that can open doors are great!) That is why it wasn't a complete surprise when I heard Sam holler for me to come look in on bath time tonight...

Fully clothed, shoes on, poopy diaper and all! And for the record (because we do keep track over here), Sam was in charge of bath time tonight!

Lately...

We are just over here trying to survive these days. Sam just finished up his Ob/Gyn rotation and to say the least I think we are both happy to say that one is behind us. It was busy. Especially his week of night call followed by exam week. He was never around and when he actually was more often than not he was trying to catch up on some much needed sleep. He got a whole 2 days off and now he is off to his first day of surgery. Oh boy.

I spent two days looking for two and a half pairs of little girl shoes. 5 sandals magically disappeared out of nowhere after swim lessons one day. I searched high and low, asked the girls, and finally gave up crawling around looking over every nook and cranny with my large stomach in tow. I mentioned it to Sam on Saturday and he casually gets up and says I bet I know where they are. He walks over to this thing and sure enough he pulls out one Minnie Mouse flip flop, two purple jellies, and two gold/silver strapped sandals; the 5 missing shoes. It was so effortless from him (who prior to this was the worst finder in the house) that it left me wondering who the actual culprit was, Sam or Hazel. 

And last, but definitely not least, the air conditioner is once again working. Hallelujah. Two and a half days of sitting in an 87 (plus) degree house was torture. Especially at 8 months pregnant. Luckily we all survived the heat and my mood swings and are more or less back to normal.

Hat or Purse...

Hazel is a hat girl. She loves running around with Sam's baseball caps on, but is also more than happy to adapt to her surroundings. Purses can definitely be hats too.

She was also more than happy to say cheese and pose for the pictures. Little Ham.

Swim Lessons

We signed Bails up for a two week swim lessons at the rec center by our house. She is still not swimming or dunking her head in the water, but she did have the time of her life. She is also a pro at blowing bubbles and allowing people to float her around. She has never been scared of the water, but I think she is a lot more confident in herself and Sam and I aren't as terrified of her drowning. 

 She basically had a permanent smile on her face the entire 30 minute lesson. She was always the first one to jump up and say it was her turn when they played games, floated around the pool, or jumped off the side of the pool to her teacher. 

 She was also constantly looking over to the side at Hazel and I with a big smile and a wave.

 She would get out of the pool every day and run to me and tell me all about the games they played. 

"Ring around the Rosie

Power to the Rose

Ashes Ashes we all blow bubbles" -her interpretation of the song

or "Fishy in the basket, Fishy in the basket

can't go over, gotta swim under"

and "crocodile crocodile what time is it"

 Her turn for fishy in the basket. She would always raise both hands in the air, wiggle her fingers and shout my turn, my turn! Being the only girl in her class probably worked to her advantage a little bit.

I felt bad that I hadn't looked into it more earlier so she could have moved up more levels by the end of this summer. I also realized how exhausting it was getting the 3 of us out to the pool for a half hour every day for two weeks and most of me was happy when the 2 weeks finally ended; being a taxi driver mommy is more tiring than I thought.