The Buckleys: Want to come over for a treat?

Monday, May 26, 2008

Want to come over for a treat?

Yesterday I got the itch to bake (don't ask me why, we already have temperatures in the mid-90s with 95% humidity). So, I decided to try this new recipe for vanilla cinnamon rolls. They are delicious, and if you were close enough I'd invite you over to have one! Anyway, thought you may want to try the recipe yourselves:

I already have my little helper. Eleanore loves being in the Baby Bjorn and seeing everything I see.

5 comments:

Ryan, Shayndel, & Kids said...: You guys look so cute in the kitchen! Reminds me of that old picture of Grandma Jolley & mom pulling her apron strings. You make such a cute mommy!!

I'm glad you're my sister! You can come make those for us the next time you're here (that's not the only reason I'm glad though).; May 26, 2008 at 10:57 AM
Ashley said...: Yeah I can't wait to try it. Your kitchen is so cute and clean. That's so cute how you posted the recipe. You're so talented at all of that. I am glad that baby bjorn is such a hit. She looks so different every time you post pictures.; May 26, 2008 at 12:14 PM
Kim said...: YUMMY! Those look so good! Love the picture of you and Eleanore, it's very cute.; May 26, 2008 at 5:20 PM
Bob n Robyn said...: Hi
Great photo's of Emily and Eleanore, Nana thinks that the photo of her helping mom is cute. We will try the Receipe.
Love
Nana and Grandpa

PS love all your Blog's all of you Kids.; May 27, 2008 at 12:48 AM
Catherine said...: Eleanore helping you in the kitchen is a very cute picture!
I will have to try the recipe also. Thanks for sharing!; May 27, 2008 at 10:07 AM

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.