Workouts, Superheros and Hot Chocolate

Tummy Time is the Right Time
Every day I exercise our little girl with her activity mat, some stretches, some tummy time and finally her massage. Reesie loves to lie on her activity mat and kick the ball I have hanging near her feet. She just wails on that thing! If I move it, she searches for it with her feet until she finds it. She loves to grip it between her feet or ankles and roll it around that way too. However, Reese isn’t as fond of her tummy time. She’s pretty good for the first 3 or 4 minutes. She takes in her new views of the world and gives out a few grunts as she works her head back and forth. But after that, she gets a little frustrated. It’s taking her longer to get frustrated though, which is a great sign!

Spiderman Lives at Our House
The first thing when Henry wakes up he asks for is his milk and his Spiderman suit. If it’s a school day, we make him wait for the Spidey suit until he gets home, but otherwise, the costume is his typical outfit for the day. When he gets home from school, he grabs his suit and asks us to help him put it on. We strip him down and then put it on him. The next few hours are a blur…sometimes Jeremy plays Doc-Oc sometimes I do. Usually Spiderman catches me, Jeremy and Reese in his web, other times he only snares one of the slower cats (Taz or Meesha). A few nights ago, Henry and I were making sugar cookies. I turned my back on him for only a minute and he had the entire Tupperware container on the floor and was rummaging through all the cookies. He didn’t know I was watching him, but I was. Later, I asked Spidey if he knew who had taken one of the cookies covered in red frosting. He told me that it wasn’t him and that he “Could not know” who it was. Hmmmm….I think this picture tells another story!



Christmas Village in a Hurry!
Saturday night, Jeremy and I took Henners to Christmas Village in Ogden. We dropped Reese off at Jeremy’s parents house while the three of us braved the cold temps outside. Henry had a great time, but seemed in a hurry toward the end. He was concerned about leaving Reesie at Grandmas and kept saying, “We got to hurry. We have to get Reesie back with us.” Aww, what a cute big brother! We assured him that she was fine with Grandma Lauri and Grandpa Wayne. So, after covering the Village at record pace, only stopping for hot chocolate which he thought was yu-uh-ummy, we were off to pick up Reese.

There's White Stuff Here!

S-N-O-W
Ding-Dang, did we get snow or what? Tuesday the snow fell pretty consistent here in Davis County. It was like television or movie set snow (light and airy, kind of dry). Reese and I watched it through our big window in the front room. Here are the cute pictures of her enjoying her first snow day.

Then, oh how we were dumped on Friday night! We woke up Saturday morning to the white stuff every where! Henry immediately wanted to go outside to play in the snow. We held him off as long as we could, but at 9:00 am he was out there, bundled up like Randy from A Christmas Story running around with the dogs and me in the snow while Dad worked on the door trim downstairs and listened to Reese sleep.



No Yellow Snow
I know, I know…that old yarn about not eating yellow snow is back. Personally, I think that joke is so played, but you’d be surprised how funny a 2 year-old thinks it is. I originally didn’t tell it to Henry to be funny, but rather to be informational. He started eating the snow and I couldn’t bear the thought of him eating snow that the dogs had done their business in. For the rest of the 45 minutes we were outside Henry alternated between eating clean snow and pointing out where the yellow snow was. I didn’t put captions on the photos below, because there’s just too many to label. But, as always, a picture is worth a thousand words!



Long Winter’s Nap
Whilst (I love that word and love to use it whenever I can) Henners played in the snow, Reesie was getting her nap on. I shot some priceless pictures of the progression of her waking up through all her grunts, groans and stretches until she was fully awake. Later, Reese and Henry played together on her activity mat. Awww.

Im a Fan of Tryptophan

It’s so Nice…Let’s Have it Thrice!
Well, Thanksgiving hit us once again. Three times (not counting the early dinner with Great Gma Young). We had the first dinner with my folks. Reesie slept through most of it though. She did wake up a few times long enough to get some oooohs and ahhhhs from the family. Henry found a Burger King paper crown and wore that most of the time. He ate practically an entire can of black olives from his little fingers and spent a good deal of his time playing with Grandpa Brent’s trains, his obnoxious singing fish and watching Frosty the Snowman. He also ate pumpkin pie with whipping cream. Not the most nutritional meal, but hey, it’s the Holidays. Reese got her first try of rice with her formula. Yum! She loved it.

After we pried Reese out of Grandma JoAnn’s arms, we gathered ourselves up and drove up to Morgan to celebrate at Grandma Granny’s house. Henry didn’t want to leave Brigham City too much, but after promising him he could ride his bike with Cousin Lexa at Granny’s house he was more than happy to oblige. We were the first ones to arrive at Granny’s, but the crowd wasn’t far behind us. Reese was held by just about everyone, especially Uncle Jake whose about to become a Grandpa in a few weeks. Henry decided it was time to eat and loaded up his plate and ate potatoes, turkey, stuffing and whatever else Cousin Lexa was eating. He said he wanted to be just like her. The rest of the night was a blur with Henry and Lexa (age 9) riding their bikes, playing on the swing set, four wheeler riding and playing Uno. Pretty sure Henry was cheating.
Saturday, Jeremy and I fixed our own Thanksgiving dinner (which we usually do in late October and call it “Dry Run Thanksgiving”). Since we had it later this year, we called it Thanksgiving: The Trilogy and invited Karly over for dinner. She hung with Reesie while I tended to Henry who had come down with a knarly cold Friday. As usual, Jeremy outdid himself on the bird, but Henry and I had to leave in the middle of dinner to get him to the insta-care. Turns out he has an ear infection. Poor little guy. He was more than happy to be at the doctor’s office though.

Wishes Do Come True

Saturday night, Henry and I broke the wishbone from our turkey. Henry was victorious and we asked him what his wish was. After a brief pause, he announced that he had wished for cheese and butter. So we gave our little dairy fan what his heart most desired....a piece of cheese and a pat of butter.