Sister Friends

As much as they fight with each other, they also play together great and are the best of friends. Whenever one finds a new trick or toy to play with, the other is right there to join in on the fun.

 After they had their fun squishing into the small cupboard Bails tackled Hazel down so she could blow raspberries on her tummy. She also demanded that I get up so I could take a picture of them (which is a regular occurrence these days).  

If Hazel hadn't been laughing hysterically I would almost feel bad for her.

oga oga oga

One day a week I do a little yoga, the rest of the week I run. Today was a run day, but superwoman (yes that is her daisy and minnie undies outside of her pants) decided it was a 'oga oga oga' day for her and asked me to turn it on. 

This was definitely worth the interruption in the middle of my run.

The Fireplace

You could give this girl all the toys in the world and I am pretty this is where you would still find her playing as happy as can be...

It probably took her at least twenty minutes to emerge despite me calling to her to get out; but if it allows me to finish my run in peace I will take it. Thanks for babysitting Hazel old fireplace.

'Occaball

Bailey loves her some occaball. Its this new sport she invented that mixes the fundamentals of basketball and soccer perfectly. It is also called occaball; which also blends the two sports together quite well. You make baskets, dribble, and kick the ball while tackling and of course flopping.

 She can also set up a train of balls and then dance in the middle of it...

My little athlete.

One Year

Height: 28.15 inches - 11.03 %

Weight: 17 lbs 13 oz - 16.19%

Head Circumference: 47 cm - 85% 

My Hazel is growing up so fast. I would say like a weed, except she is the teeniest, tiniest thing you will ever see. She is petite, but feisty and has officially stopped being the push over sister. If they get in a fight you can rest assure that both girls will be in tears by the end of it because Hazel can now strike and do some damage.

She is constantly exploring and climbing. If she can get her little body into, on, or over she will. She loves to dump anything out and make messes and then look at me like 'oh no what happened.' She also loves to clean up messes almost as much. She will begin to put everything back, only to dump it out again. The game usually officially ends with her boredom and everything all dumped out. 

She is still my little roamer and can play quietly by herself for awhile if she doesn't get interrupted. 

She is also a little thief. You better not leave your bags or purses unattended or she will be all over it within seconds. Aleesha, Bailey's speech therapist and Sam have all learned this the hard way. 

Hazel thinks she is one of the big kids for sure. She is always right alongside Bails trying to tag along and do anything her big sister does. She is also Bailey's little crutch. When Bails is too shy to wander around by herself she will definitely use Hazel's fearlessness/curiousity to her advantage. Like at Target when they were climbing all over the clothing racks together and giggling like crazy; or at Bailey's school meeting when Bails finally ventured over to the toys without me because Hazel wandered over to them first.

The little girl is in love with walking and has become quiet good at it over the last month to six weeks. Church is officially hard again and Sam and I take turns going to class while the other roams the hall after her as she finds all the junk on the floor to eat and the stair cases to climb.

A Bailey Update

Bailey is just my stubborn girl full of personality and the best sense of humor. The girl knows what she wants and she knows how to get it. I know if it is too quiet in the house that she is probably up to no good. The kid knows when to hide. Like for instance the time that I heard her get into the snacks while I was finishing my shower and getting ready. I could hear the bags wrinkling, but I let it go for a few extra minutes of peace. When I finish I go in and find that Bailey is fast asleep in her bed, hidden under the covers. I guess she was tired and hiding in a dark warm place while she finished off the treats she sneaked was too much for her to handle.

She will also sneak the Ipad any chance she can so it has to be up high or hidden well. She navigates through the thing like she has been doing it all her life; because she pretty much has. She knows how to pull up her shows on netflix as well as all of her little educational games. Youtube has been dismantled for a year now because of her antics. Too smart for her own good I guess.

We have been doing a lot of reading during Hazel's nap time lately. When I say a lot of reading I mean we get stacks of books and just sit there and read for hours. This one was in the stack about a week ago and ever since then she tells me "I too mad, mom." Like the time she peed in her underwear a few minutes after I asked her if she needed to sit on the potty. I looked at her disappointed and she told me, "Mom, I too mad....just go. Leave me alone." Yep. I get told to 'leave me alone' or 'just go' on an almost daily occurrence. I fear for her teenage years.

Her Rudolph antlers lasted hardly a day after her December creative capsule class because she played with them too much. Construction paper rips too.

 When the bear family all piled into their car to head up to their mountain vacation home Bails pointed to each member of the bear family and said, "Look Mom, it's Papa, Honey, Rachel and Rex" as she pointed to papa, mama, brother and sister bear. I looked at her and started laughing and she just got the proudest grin on her face.

About a week ago I told Bailey the story about how Sam and I fell asleep in the car and the cow woke us up shaking the car and mooing at us. I told her how it scared Sam and it was so funny. This is now her favorite story and she tells/acts it out daily and also asks us to tell her the 'cow story' constantly (like 6, 7, or 8 times in a row constantly). 

Bailey has also decided to call her Daddy, Sam. If i refer to him as Daddy she corrects me..."No Mom, Sam." Sam loves this. Especially when we are in public. I guess he will have to be ok with people thinking he is the step dad until this phase passes.

Master Sushi Chef

We were all just sitting around before bed time when Sam randomly got up to check the mail; not completely unheard of since I never check it and it only gets brought in if Rob or Sam decide to check. He walks back in with a package and slides it over to me. I look at him suspiciously and open it up to find a new sushi set for the little girls. Bailey and Hazel pounce on me like they have never seen a toy in their life and next thing I know I have  two sushi chefs on my hands.

 Getting used to her Japanese roots and their use of chopsticks.

 This is what I got when I asked her to look at me and smile. I think she was pretty happy with her new toy.

This is her demanding to see the pictures. She will pose for anything as long as she gets to look at the results asap.

 Hazel checking out the tuna roll.

 Slicing up the california roll like a master already.

Real sushi, fake sushi...my girls love it all.