The Buckleys: Turning 25

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Turning 25

Well, it's official, I am a quarter of a century old. My birthday was Sunday and my young women seemed to think 25 was old (I really don't think so), but they said it was okay because I don't seem THAT old.

It was a fun b-day and I have the greatest husband who made me feel special the entire time! Saturday night Bryan took me to the Melting Pot for dinner, this is a fondue restaurant for anyone who hasn't been, and it was very cool. We had a lot of fun and ate entirely too much food. Then on Sunday he gave me two things I've been wanting for a long time: an electric toothbrush (actually the Mac-Daddy of electric toothbrushes) and a home foot spa. Finally, we ate birthday cake: (my favorite) strawberry shortcake.

3 comments:

Ashley said...: Yeah! I am so excited that you are blogging, and already your blog is so much cuter than mine! I love all the pictures, and especially to see the ultrasound ones. I am such an awful friend to not say happy birthday when I talked to you Sunday. Forgive me! I just wanted to say it today so it will last a little longer. I have always wanted to go to the melting pot. My sister and her husband go there tons and LOVE IT! Anyways, I will be checking this so much, so you better stay on it:-) Post some pictures of all the cute baby stuff you have gotten. I love seeing it. It's so cool how much of a mover she is. Can't wait until she comes! Love you guys!; December 18, 2007 at 12:09 PM
Troy Oldham said...: Thanks for keeping me in the loop Emily. Glad to see all is gong well and that you too are getting old (i can't seem to slow it down for me so i'm glad I'm not the only one out there!).

Congrats on your soon-to-be new edition...please keep us posted.
cheers

Troy; December 19, 2007 at 12:57 PM
Anonymous said...: LOVE LOVE LOVE the pic next to the Bio section!!! Too cute!

Love, Deb; December 21, 2007 at 11:14 AM

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I want to remember it like this...

October 2010:

Both Ivy and Maya say "Dada." Maya says in her growly voice a very clear, "DAD!" They are growing up too fast.

Eleanore likes to look in the mirror next to our table while we are eating dinner and she'll often talk to her reflection. She'll say things like "Who are you?" Yesterday she said, "Bananas smell good. Dirty socks don't smell good."

Eleanore dressed up like a fairy and announced "I am a Fairy Gospel."

In preperation for Halloween, Eleanore has been talking about all the things she could be and pretending to be many different Halloween-like characters including a nice witch and a mean witch. The nice witch laughs like this "HaHaHa" (high pitched and smiling. The mean witch laughs like this "HeHeHe" (low voice and scowl).

September 2010:

A friend of my mine stopped by to visit and she had her friend's son, Adam, with her. Throughout our hour-long visit Eleanore kept repeating "Adam was a prophet, first one that we know..." over and over. I kind of felt bad for the boy (who incidently is not a member of our church and doesn't know that Primary song), but it was pretty funny.

Eleanore has picked up on a few phrases that I use...that I think I picked up from my pops. "I'm exasperated." and "Oh Fiddlesticks." The latter really makes me think of my Dad.

After Bryan brushed Eleanore's hair she turned and said, "Thanks, Sweetie!"

August 2010:

Out of the blue (during a converstation lull...the girl doesn't like silence) Eleanore will often suggest, "Let's chat!"

Eleanore announces. "I know Portuguese." We ask, "Really, what?" "Portuguese!"

My new name: "Momster." Sometimes, even "Momsterarooski."

Eleanore loves to give giant hugs (just what they sound like), big smackarooskis (big kisses), and little mouse hugs (whe touches my shoulder with both hands and then busts up laughing).

July 2010:

Walking outside, Eleanore began narrating: "It was a beautiful summer day..."

A few months ago a man in our ward fell of the roof. We were talking about it because we were going to bring them dinner, and haven't really talked about it since. Today when El woke up from her nap she whispered, "Mom, someone fell off the roof." I asked who, totally not knowing what she was talking about. "Brother Dumm." She announced. It was actually a man named Brother Barrett, but Brother Dumm was sick at the same time and Bryan went to visit him the same day. What a memory she has.

June 2010:

I often tell Eleanore that if we watch too much TV our brains will get mushy. The other day I told her it was time to turn off the TV and she said, "Yes, my hair is mushy."

I told Eleanore that the babies didn't feel good. She said, "Mom, when I'm a grown up I can be a doctor and take care of them."

Eleanore asked what "No problem" means. I told her it meant you'd be glad to do it. Since then, I asked her if she would like to finger paint, she replied, "I'd be glad to do it." I got the same response when I asked if she wanted a piece of candy.

May 2010:

"[Ivy] is a precious girl. I feel that in my heart," Eleanore after kissing Ivy.

"My hair is not a toy Mom," Eleanore to Mom after sitting through three attempts at French braids.

"It's hard being a big sister," Eleanore.

"I love you, I love you, I really, really love you," Eleanore singing very seriously and loudly.

Eleanore asked to watch a t.v. show called Max and Ruby, I told her, "No, I don't like that show. " She responded, " Then you go away and I'll watch it. I like it."

January 2010:

"Babies poop a lot," Eleanore to Mom as I changed yet another diaper. "Babies cry a lot," Eleanore to Mom about five minutes later.