Our Little Peanut (3 weeks old)

This is what we call 'milk drunk'.

Pigtails

Being the camera crazy person that I am, I declared Ellie's first day wearing real pigtails (none of this half-pigtail on-top-of-the-head business) as something that needed to be captured. Here she is watching a show (that's how I get her to sit still.) Note the pigtail perfection:

Now here she is in the morning:

(Um yeah...I don't know what she's doing here either.)

I guess I'll have to stick to giving Ellie braids for a while longer. This mama ain't got time to deal with that kinda birds nest!!

A miracle in my house.

It amazes me that Joshua used to be only a thought in God's mind.

Peas pass the peace!

Here's an excerpt from a prayer time Ellie and I had before bed the other night:

Mommy: "Thank you Jesus for all our friends."
Ellie (interrupting): "Doee, Simmy, Andoo, Roose, Dedan, Tarya, Hayen, Toad, Feesha...." (all her friends)
Mommy: "And Jesus I pray that you'd give Ellie a great night's sleep tonight. I pray your peace would be in this room and in Ellie's heart."
Ellie (interrupting): "Peas, wami (salami), mato (tomatoes), cheese...."

Hehe. Amen.

Joshua: 2 weeks, 2 days

He's pumped about getting out of the house (oh wait...maybe that was me).

Discovering the joys of contrasting colors (i.e. staring at the bars on his swing.)

I feel the saaaaame way, Joshy.

Is it just me, or does it look like he's smiling? I think he's smiling.

Okay, this photo puts all arguments to rest: he looks like his mama!!

More Ellie Adventures

Today I removed all the sharp objects from our cutlery drawer and got Ellie to help me put the cutlery away...another activity to occupy her when I have to tend to Joshua and something that 'helps' me out, too (assuming she figures out where stuff goes). So she looked like she was really getting the hang of it, putting the spoons in the spoon spot, the forks in the fork spot, etc...

....but this is what my drawer ended up looking like in the end. :) Everything was in the sink. Oh well...a good excuse to wipe the drawer out. HA!

Joshua got the onesie Ellie is wearing for Christmas (before he was born) but it fits Ellie so I thought we'd take a matching father-daughter shot. Too bad about the Jets. I loved the Jets. Note Rob's sleepy eyes. Poor Rob. (Please note: he IS getting a full night's rest every night. It must just be empathy for his wife.)

Rob and I were chatting in the living room the other night when Ellie came marching in dressed like this. As much as she dresses up, I still find it hilariously cute to see the outfits she comes up with.
No comment necessary.

Presents from Grandpa and Grandma

A big thanks to Grandpa and Grandma Balfour (or Gamma Fafoor as Ellie likes to say) for the gifts we recieved in the mail this week.

Ellie was so excited to open a present that was actually for HER (not Josh!)

You can't tell by her face in this photo, but she was literally bouncing up and down saying, "Baby! A baby!"

She's been enjoying the wallet, too. Loves to put "mommies in 'ere". (money in there).

Peek! What IS this thing, anyways?

Oh man, she loved it when she realized what it was! Thanks mom and dad.

p.s. we'll post pictures of Josh in the clothes you sent once they fit him. He wasn't completely thrilled about the taste of his hat. :)

Betcha didn't know you had buns on your back!

So as I've previously mentioned, one of Ellie's all-time favorite toys right now is her doctor's kit. That, along with her "Elmo goes to the Doctor" movie and her "Berenstain Bears Go to the Doctor" library book, you have a downright doctor's obsession happening in our home (too bad she still hates going there in real life). Anyhow, for the last couple days Ellie's been putting her 'eh scope" (stethescope) on her heart, her face, etc to check and make sure she's okay. But I was always very puzzled when she'd proceed to put the stethescope on her lower back and say, "Buns". For one, there are no 'buns' in that spot, and for two, even if she was meaning her BUM, we never use the term 'buns' in our home. I was confused. So this morning I paid closer attention to her 'Elmo Visits the Doctor' movie and sure enough, at one point Ellie starts saying, "BUNS! BUNS!"

LUNGS.

Of course! Buns...lungs. How could I have missed THAT? :)

Curdled milk and stuff

To all of Joshua's British Columbian Family Members Only Fan Club I apologize that there haven't been any new photos in the last three days (though I promise...Joshua looks pretty much the same as he did on Sunday :) Now that Rob's back at work, I'm finding that spare time doesn't belong in my vocabulary any longer. If, on any given day, I decide to do the dishes and a load of laundry (which I always do) and to nap when the kids are napping (which I grudgingly do) I find myself with approximately 30 seconds of free time every 24 hours. Okay, maybe a little more. The reason I'm typing this now is because I'm not sleeping....because Rob's not at home to tell me to go to bed. :)
ANYWAYS, this morning I was giving Ellie her cup of warm milk (she always starts the day with one) and for some reason (maybe because the milk expired today? I tasted it...it was fine, honest!!) was thinking, "I wonder what it would be like if Ellie threw this all up while Joshua was screaming his head off wanting to be fed?" Random thought, right?
Not even half an hour later, Ellie coughed. And a little white curdle came out. And then she coughed again (mostly just because I had a concerned look on my face and she loves to be dramatic). And another little curdle came out. So I brought her to the washroom and said, "Any more in there?" And the whole cup of milk came out...in curdles, of course. It was quite a sight. :) But hey, it was on my linoleum! Ellie was a trooper. I just held her leaned over and said, "See? It's just like when Joshy throws up! Keep coughing till you're all done! Good girl!" And in between coughs she'd say, "Spit out like Joshy!" (with enthusiasm like this was a treat) and at the end, "All done!" And she marched off and asked for a waffle for breakfast. Hehe. So anyhow, that was kinda weird. Josh was sleeping, though, so the screaming-his-head-off part of my premonition didn't pan out. And she's absolutely fine. And ate and drank like a horse the rest of the day! Go figure.