The Buckleys: Ho-ho-ho! Santa Claus is...terrifying

Monday, December 15, 2008

Ho-ho-ho! Santa Claus is...terrifying

Eleanore met Santa at the ward Christmas party. Let's just say we'll try again next year.

6 comments:

Michelle said...: Santa looks pretty terrified himself. Poor baby girl!; December 15, 2008 at 5:30 PM
* Nancy * said...: Let's hope it works out for El next year. I know that Gabe will freak out...I can already see it.; December 15, 2008 at 8:19 PM
Emily T. said...: Even terrified she still looks beautiful. We just got your xmas card and it's such a great picture of you guys. I'm just catching up on blogs and you guys have been BUSY. Have a good Christmas; December 15, 2008 at 11:36 PM
Ashley said...: A big man with a big beard, it takes kids a while to warm up to this strange look. So funny.; December 16, 2008 at 11:57 AM
Kim said...: Wow, you guys have been busy, but it looks like you have a lot of fun. I'm glad to hear that things have slowed down a little for you, but sounds like more fun is on the way. I'm glad to see that my kids aren't the only ones that are afraid of Santa. It took Sam until she was 4 or 5 before she would actually go up to him.

Happy Birthday Emily!! Hope you have a great day and get to do something fun!; December 16, 2008 at 12:16 PM
Catherine said...: I think there is yet to be a baby that is not scared of Santa. Eleanore will love seeing this picture when she is older.; December 19, 2008 at 9:04 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.