The Buckleys: Our growing girl

Friday, July 18, 2008

Our growing girl

I can't believe it! This Sunday Eleanore will be six months old. Time is flying by...its crazy! Anyway, I, of course, had to take her to Pennies to get her pic taken (Bryan thinks this is crazy since I take her picture practically everyday at home, but it isn't the same...it is fun to mark the milestone points with a professional photo, right? If you don't agree with ME don't answer...hehe!). She was especially smiley that day, so we got some good pics.

Today we took her to the doc for her six month check-up and for immunizations (never any fun). She is getting so big! She weighs 17 pounds 9 ounces (75th percentile), is 27 inches tall (90th percentile) and has a big head (45.8 cm/100+ percentile). Hopefully the head thing will even out. Oh well, at least it is a cute big head!

7 comments:

* Nancy * said...: Haha...Emily you are funny, Eleanore's head looks perfectly fine and proportional with the rest of her cute body! That is the area that Gabriel has always at least been in the 45th percentile...everything else is in the 5th percentile...so you really you don't have anything to worry about. :)
I would have to agree with you...you gotta get the professional picture! You just don't feel right if you don't do it! By the way, the pictures of El turned out sooo cute! The pictures of her in the tub and the rose petals reminds me of a the Getty babies pics.; July 18, 2008 at 7:48 PM
Ryan, Shayndel, & Kids said...: Adorable pix!!! She is so funny the way she's grinning from ear to ear. She seems to enjoy it so...better just tell Bryan it's like entertainment for her too...so it's worth it! I bet Major weighs more than her by his 4 month visit. Holy Cow...I'm gonna have to start eating less candy 'cause he must be getting sugar milk.; July 19, 2008 at 12:42 AM
Sarah said...: I LOVE the bloomers!; July 19, 2008 at 3:00 AM
Ashley said...: Oh six month pictures are my favorite. I agree with taking them at each milestone, so don't let Bryan think you're silly! You've got quite the growing girl on your hands. She weighs the same as Lisa Hartzheims 2 month old however, isn't that crazy?; July 19, 2008 at 2:39 PM
Kim said...: What cute pictures of Eleanore! She is such a smiley kid! I love the naked ones, it's so cute to see all of her chubby rolls. :D; July 19, 2008 at 3:44 PM
Catherine said...: Love the smiles. Always a cutie!; July 21, 2008 at 8:09 PM
Anonymous said...: She's just as cute as her parents!!! And I LOVE that smile!!!; July 23, 2008 at 11:09 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.