The Buckleys: Happy Birthday to me...

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Happy Birthday to me...

Okay, maybe this is weird, but I just want to blog about my happy day yesterday. It was actually a really laidback, no-fuss day. But it was my birthday and it was nice! Bryan took the day off hang out with Eleanore and I. That meant a lot. We went and planted our garden (yup, a garden in the middle of December -- one of the "perks?" of living in Florida) in a plot at the church and I got a new pair of jeans. Bryan made me strawberry shortcake and even brought home balloons so Eleanore could help celebrate (she loves balloons). I got calls from all of my brothers and sisters. I feel so blessed to have a wonderful husband; a beautiful, happy daughter and a supportive family. So, happy birthday to me!

8 comments:

* Nancy * said...: What a gorgeous picture of the birthday girl! I am so glad it was a good day!; December 17, 2008 at 7:26 PM
Ryan, Shayndel, & Kids said...: That's some good lookin' strawberry shortcake! Did he slave all day in the kitchen making it? I'm glad you guys had a fun day together....just having time alone to the 3 of you was probably wonderful.; December 18, 2008 at 12:07 AM
Sarah said...: That is a super fun pic! I think it's great that you appreciate the little things & laid back b-days. LOVE the new background! I love that family pic in color- until now, I'd only seen the sepia version. SOOOO... if there's time to setup a new background, maybe our faithful blogger is back??? Hope So!; December 18, 2008 at 10:07 PM
Catherine said...: Happy Birthday to you! Cha! Cha!Cha! Glad to hear your day was a good one.; December 19, 2008 at 9:06 AM
Celeste said...: Sounds like a lot of fun. I am jealous you got to plant a garden! I'll have to get some pointers from you next Spring.; December 19, 2008 at 8:44 PM
Ash & Tim said...: Happy Birthday -what a yummy treat you have on the plate. Loved the update glad that Bryan was able to spend the day home with you.

Santa picture was great! I think most childrens pictures are like that.

Hope things will settle down soon with all of the visitors but that sounds like a good excuse to go to disney world many times.

Have a merry christmas!; December 20, 2008 at 12:32 AM
Ashley said...: That is cool that Bryan took the day off. Good job on the cake! THat alone makes things special. Now I wanna know what you got for it. Glad it was a good day.; December 20, 2008 at 12:43 PM
Ryan and Holly said...: Happy Belated Birthday! What a fun day! How cool you are working on a garden in sunny Florida! Your birthday picture is beautiful! YOu don't look a day over 20!; December 26, 2008 at 10:47 PM

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.