New Puppy

I always said I would never get a dog, or pet for that matter. Animals are not my thing; they are stinky and dirty and one more thing to clean up after. This is why I was so happy to realize that both of my children are fascinated, yet terrified of animals. No begging for pets in this house (at least for the time being).

This is the only kind of puppy I am proud to let into my home. My Bailey puppy who unfortunately has a high pitched, loud, yippy sort of bark, likes to lick a lot, and plays catch. 

Capsule Project

Bailey had another fun day at her capsule class for speech therapy. She was very excited to pose with her special horse and her paper full of stamps. She even heads off to "school" without crying. She gives me a quick wave and a kiss and tells me bye.

 And on other news, the Hazel monster found some candy and was caught sneakily eating it. I would like to say that it surprised me, but it didn't. Bailey loves her treats and snacks, but Hazel takes it to a whole new level.

They truly are Sam's daughters'.

Grandma's Funeral

Being back at Grandma Sugiyama's was too much fun for the girls; two flights of stairs, a huge room to run around and play in, Rex, and way too many adults to make all their wishes come true. We spent the morning before the funeral playing horse and having a great time while Papa and David headed out early to make sure everything was set up.

We made sure to snap a few pictures with Grandma Sugiyama since we forgot to do it in December.

We also had to have the rest of the girls in attendance jump in for a shot or two as well.

Then we said packed up and said our goodbyes since we were headed home as soon as the service was over.

We headed off to the church in San Leandro. It didn't really hit me until I walked into the viewing room and then it was hard to hide my emotion the rest of the time. My Dad gave such a great talk that made me cry more than once. After the service we hung around the patio for awhile catching up, visiting with people, and dreading the long ride back home.

This is what happens when Daddy gets a hold of the headband. 

Papa is her favorite. He takes her everywhere she wants to go; even to visit Rachel and Rex in the car.

And of course we had to grab a picture of Grandpa Galeria. He was in the hospital the whole night and morning and arrived at the funeral seconds before it started so we were glad he made it and we got to see him. 

I will never forget my Grandpa pulling Sam aside on our wedding day and telling him he was 'damn lucky to be in this family.' I wouldn't expect anything less coming from my Grandpa's mouth, and although I rolled my eyes and laughed at the time he said it, it makes me happy to know my Grandpa is proud of our family.

It was a long and exhausting weekend that we made even longer by having to be back in Salt Lake for school the next day, but it was so worth the drive and trip. I am glad we got to be in attendance to celebrate my Grandma's wonderful life and for the girls to visit the family.

Pier 39

On Saturday night we decided to leave as early as possible the next day so we could drive straight to San Francisco and meet Dana and David for some lunch and hanging out on the pier. We showed the girls Alcatraz and all the seals. It was so windy and kind of cold, but I think they were both so happy to be out of their car seats they hardly cared. 

 Bailey was happy to communicate back and forth with the seals..."arrr, arrr, arrr." She has also grown to love the camera. She loves to try to make funny pictures and then look at them afterwards and laugh.

 This place was like the circus for Bails. There were pigeons walking around eating all the crumbs off the ground. At first Bails loved it and would run up to them with the mindset that they would fly off. Only these pigeons are brave and don't fly away which mostly scared her half to death. 

 After making a quick loop through all the stores we met up with Dana and David at the Boudin restaurant.

 I got the tomato soup and grilled cheese and it was so good. I think I could live off of sourdough bread for the rest of my life.

 When we were done eating we walked out and this little VW van was across the way. Bails kept grabbing my hand and dragging me towards it and would not leave it alone until we agreed to stand and take a picture in front of it.

 Then we invited Dana and Hazel over too to pose for a picture and then she was content to run off and play like it wasn't there anymore. I just wish it hadn't take me five minutes to figure out.

 Next on the list was getting some doughnuts because Sam was with us of course. I have been trained to just expect it and I have reached a point in the marriage where I don't question, give a weird look, or give it a second thought. We are just a doughnut family now.

 

And by doughnut family I mean I am still learning all the names of each one, but the little girls and Sam have mastered the subject.

 We finished off the tour with some pictures in front of the big sign. The sun was super bright which doesn't bode well for our family and pictures. Blinking, looking away, and covering our eyes just about sums up our photo op.

 The coveted souvenir from San Francisco? Two forks and a spoon taken from the Boudin.  

And she was more than happy to run around playing with them the rest of the day. 

Road Trip Weekend

After much debate we are headed on a big circle tour of California for the next few days. Sam got permission to miss his test so we have packed up the car and we are headed for warmer weather. The circumstances are less than joyous since the trip is for my Grandma's funeral, but we are excited to go celebrate her life, and visit some family in the process. 

Betty Jane Galeria March 24, 1926 - February 2, 2013

Bailey Says...

Her speech has come along leaps and bounds these past few months as now she is constantly saying things that make me laugh. She may have inherited her father's humor...which couldn't make me happier.

While eating her greek yogurt for breakfast she spilled a drop on her ice cream cone pajama pants:

B: Look Mom, a gogurt ice cream cone.

Minutes before a gas/potty/treat stop during a 12 hour drive home:

Me: Bay, if you can be a good listener when we stop you can pick out one treat!

B: (excited gasp) and Hazel one treat, too. 

Me: Yes, Hazel can pick out one treat, too.

B: Hazel one treat and me two treats. Hazel one and me two.

Me: Nice try. Hazel gets one treat and Bailey gets one treat.

Robby may have taught her to say 'chicken butt' and since then she walks around the house chanting it and laughing. I would probably be more mad about it if it wasn't so hilarious.

It is mandatory for her to help me cook/bake in the kitchen. While she was helping me stir the muffins.

B: Me turn.

Me: Ok, first its bailey's turn now its Mom's turn.

B: Ok, Mom. We a team.

Treasure Hunt

One of these days...when my little babies are all grown up, have stopped playing with toys, and move out of my house I am going to miss walking through the house each night to straighten up the hurricane of toys that blows threw each day and finding the remnants of their imaginative play.

Of course, it will be nice to not have to clean up the tornado of toys 243 times a day.