Love it! Wish we got more of it! :-)
Thanks to Yuan who helped us pick it out and get it for such great
prices! :-) (Sorry if I spelt your name wrong!)
Thanks to Yuan who helped us pick it out and get it for such great
prices! :-) (Sorry if I spelt your name wrong!)
For instance, Pee pee dances ARE universal, you can always tell when a
child is tired (it's whenever they say "No I'm not"), so on and so
forth...
Then there are some things which are not quite so universal.
This weekend Ping wasn't feeling the best, and Sunday we had a bit of
a melt down. Nothing serious, but its amazing how the most simple of
things can be very difficult when you can not communicate.
As best as we can tell, Ping has a bit of a cold... coughing and
stuffy nose... so Sunday when she had a melt down, it was probably
over nothing more serious than "I'm not feeling well". Yet, it was
also the 1st time where we were not able to understand WHY she was
crying.
Was she scared? Hungry? Tired? Or just not feeling darn...
Again, I'm pretty sure it wasn't coffee related because I couldn't
understand what she was saying.
And driving to the store today in the car, she started crying because
she kicked her boot off. And although I was able to tell her I
understood what she was saying and being able to ask her to just wait
a bit and I would fix it, she still just decided to cry... I think
the lack of communication is starting to wear on her a bit.
I guess its just time to do our best to catch things before they
happen and try our best to make sure that she dosn't have to get
fustrated trying to communicate.
So yea, we had two little angels today. ;-) Aren't they cute!?
Oh so cute!
... not as cute as little sheppard girls... but still... pretty cute.
(Oh, those are patches of exema(?) on her cheek and chin, we've got some cream)
Ping meet snow.
I though that Ping would not like snow... what do I know tho.
She loves it!
Every day once we're done eating, she drags me out to the boots and
coats and starts getting herself dressed for playing outside while
yelling at me to come play outside with her.
Its pretty cute.
But I thought, hey, if we're gonna be outside... she might as well
help out iwth cleaning the car. :-)
There are times where she finds it hard to "share" her mommy and
daddy, but thankfully those are few and far between.
She loves being able to show Ping new things, and help her where/when
ever she can.
Oh wait... hold on... Daughter #1 is fighting with Ping over a sippy
cup... *siiigh*
... oh... now they are fighting over a head band...
I guess I have to go...
Ping had a great time running through the trees with the other kids,
looking at the trees and trying to pick the "perfect one".
Oddly enough, with 4 children and a wife, there is never ONE perfect tree.
See, in my head the day went like this...
It was a bright and sunny Sunday afternoon, the birds are singing, the
snow is light and fluffy beneith out feet. We head out in the cool
crisp air, me with my trusty axe in hand with a gaggle of children
trundling along behind me. We walk though the rows of prisinte balsam
woods, pine and spruce trees as we talk about our hopes and dreams of
Christmas. One of the little ones sees a rabbit off in the distance,
and all gather around while he eats a carrot out of my hand (don't ask
why I have a carrot while looking for a tree). Another sees a rare
snipe perched high in the tree.
The finally up in the distance, after passing by hundreds of trees, we
see our tree.
Tall and straight the beautiful balsam tree stands stark green against
the bright blue sky. A light layer of snow fills the branches which
seem to sing as the cool winter air gently blows through the boughs.
With one mighty swing of my trusty axe, our beloved tree is felled and
snugly tied to the roof of our van.
We all climb back into the van, giggling and laughing with delight as
we drive home to decorate our new Christmas tree.
... now... what it was like...
It was a rushed Sunday morning as we tried to make the 9am service.
The mom was yelling at the 11 year old to get out of bed for the 42nd
time. The 9 year old was getting changed yet again, because they
spilt on themselves during what sadly passed as a breakfast. 'Round
about 5 minutes to 9, it was apparent that we would miss the 1st
service, and just catch the 2nd at 11:15. However, the Mom had a
different idea. With one mad push and dash, we assemble our rag tag
group of rabbel into a sembelance of decenticy and pile into the van.
30 some odd minutes later we are 20 minutes late for church and
sitting in our pews.
Church barely ends before we whisk the children out as quickly as we
can. It then dawns on us that we haven't really figured out where to
get a chirstmas tree... luckly, we pass a tree farm on our way home
and pick one up.
Instead of the rabbits and other furry woodland creatures, we had a
couple of french-Canadians gruffly toss a peice of lumber up onto the
roof of our van and tie it down before taking our money and sending us
on our way.
... Still... that was better than last year. :-)
The kids had a great time picking out the tree and decorating it.
When Gandpa came, Ping was a little quiet at first, not quite knowing
what to think.
But once the other kids began crawling and climbing all over Grandpa,
the pattern was set.
With all the picutres we have of her cusins, aunts and uncles around
the house, Ping keeps look at them asking who they are, and can't wait
to meet them...
... or so I think.
I mean, she COULD be pointing at them saying the all look like freaks
and never ever ever wants to meet them... but I'm pretty sure its an
excited point and look. :-)
Now, if you can excuse me, I have to go stop her from setting all the
pictures on fire... <kidding>