The Buckleys: Just monkeying around

Monday, April 21, 2008

Just monkeying around

Bryan had to work on Saturday so I decided to meet my sister and go to the zoo. It was pretty fun, even though I am learning that everything takes longer with a baby (and we had to times that by two since my sis also has a new baby, who, by the way, is adorable...it was the first time I got to meet him and he is super cute!). It was a hot day, but I am glad we got out. Of course Eleanore slept through most of the zoo and probably couldn't see the animals, except the giraffes -- her eyes got real big when she was eye-to-eye with a giraffe. Here are some photo highlights:

All the little monkeys (Saveyah, Shep, Eleanore and Major)

3 comments:

Ashley said...: Well I have been waiting on the edge of my seat for a new post! I am glad you made it home alright, and that you are finally getting back to life in Florida. I still can't believe how many people you saw while you were here, that is the way to do it. All of your pictures are so sweet, and that zoo looks pretty awesome, I only have to Hoggle Zoo to compare it too. I wish your flight home would have gone better! Spit up on a plane is no fun. Have a good week back at work, I hope it isn't too stressful. We'll call you sometime this week to play settlers any night is good with us, but whatever is best for you guys.; April 21, 2008 at 10:12 AM
Kim said...: Loved your trip monologue. You've got some great pictures with Eleanore and her family. We had such a good time seeing you guys! It was worth the drive and the snow!; April 22, 2008 at 12:30 AM
Catherine said...: Looks like you guys had a fun day at the zoo. Shay's little boy looks really cute!; April 22, 2008 at 9:15 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.