A Tale of Two Cities

Chris loves water, he always has. As a kiddo he would go to the Stansbury pool in good ol' Tooele county a couple times a week. He would flip and fly off the diving board, loving every minute of it.

I, on the other hand, am not the biggest fan of swimming. I just don't understand it. I never have. I don't necessarily hate it but I definitely don't love it. Indifferent to the splashing around and such. But can you blame me? When I was little I had horrible ear infections all the time and I had extremely sensitive skin. The combination makes for a bad time at the pool.

The process to just get into the pool was just that, a process. While everyone else was running and diving gracefully into the the pool, I was getting in uniform. First my mom had to shove silly putty in my ears so water wouldn't get into them. Do you know what silly putty does in 90 degree weather? Melts, yep, melts right into my hair. Sticking pretty good to my strawberry blonde strands. Water always seeped in some how and without fail, I would get an ear infection.

Next, The sun screen. Being the only fair skinned child in a very nicely tanned Italian family, I was the only one of my siblings that had to be slathered in sun screen and still, my pasty pale skin always managed to get extremely sunburned. Awesome. To this day, sun screen stings my sensitive skin. My skin gets red and burned just from the sun screen and then I get an awesome sun burn on top of that. Swimming is so fun.

What are Nory's feelings on the matter?

 

 

  This brave little child had so much fun in the water. We couldn't keep her off the water slide. She kept running to the big huge, twisty water slide. Crazy baby.

 

 

Swimming, Swings, Smores, tents, and campfire smelling hair for weeks after the trip...oh yes, let the camping season begin!!!



Birthday Baby

 

March 28, 2011, this beautiful baby came into our lives, forever altering our world. I was so terrified to bring this sweet spirit home. Hoping and praying I wouldn't screw up parenting too much.

Here she is 2 years old, still just as spunky and just as perfect

 

(Styling her own hair)

The first 3 months of her life she cried and cried (the voodoo Dr. fixed her right up). Once we took care of the colic and acid reflux my little Babyface never stopped smiling! Here is where I get to brag, right? 1, 2, 3 go... my baby is the happiest thing in the world. She hardly ever cries, mostly when she gets hurt. She has thrown 3 fits in her life(knock on wood). The first one, Chris and I laughed because we hadn't ever seen her do anything like that, it was so funny. She goes to bed singing, wakes up singing and sings all day in between.

Not only is she happy but this wild child is so smart! I know, I know, I am her mom but just indulge me. By January she could identify all her letters. She could spell her name months before that. The other day she wrote an 'E' on her chalk board. She knows most her shapes and all her colors. She can identify her numbers  1-10 and counts to 15. The other day we were watching the news and she pointed to the TV and said "President Obama" and sure enough, he was on the news. We don't shove flashcards in her face making her repeat what is on them, she just picks this stuff up. Crazy baby!

(The letter E and her smiley faces she loves to draw. Notice the top smiley even has hair)

The most awesome thing is she is potty trained (with the occasional accident here and there. The accidents always seem to happen when she is playing with her little friend SJ. She walks in their door and oops :))

 

a couple of weeks ago at church, Chris went to pick Nory Bug up from nursery and when he got up the stairs he saw our wild child with a construction hat on yelling "I'm an astronaut, I'm an astronaut."

 

 

Chris and I are so blessed to have this wild, whip of a girlie in our lives. She brings so much joy to our home. Seven years was worth the wait. We love this 2 year old so much!