The Buckleys: The Many Faces of Eleanore

Friday, January 16, 2009

The Many Faces of Eleanore

We got Eleanore's one-year-old photos taken and I love them. The photographer came to our house and set up her studio, which I think worked wonderfully because Eleanore acted like herself better than she does at Pennies or something. I think the photog did a great job of capturing El's funny little personality. She is growing and changing so fast. I am so glad that we've taken lots of pics to remember these precious stages.

5 comments:

Ryan, Shayndel, & Kids said...: They turned out just precious!! Don't know how you'd ever pick just one or two to frame! I love the one with her hands out to the side, like she's talking to someone...shows her personality.

She looks so much older now...I can't believe that's what one year looks like! However, my babies do seem to hold their chubby cheeks extra long!; January 16, 2009 at 9:46 AM
Kim said...: Cute pictures, she hs grown up so much! Thanks for sharing.; January 16, 2009 at 11:17 AM
Ashley said...: I love the fifth one and the close up family one. She is so pretty. That is awesome that they came to your house and did it. I think that is a wonderful idea.; January 16, 2009 at 3:26 PM
Bob n Robyn said...: Hey Guy's

The pictures are great we loved each of them. She has changed so much since we were there in December. Thanks for the photo's.
Love Mom & Dad; January 18, 2009 at 10:46 PM
Catherine said...: She looks so much like a little girl now and not so much like a baby. I can't believe how much she has changed and changes every week. Very cute pictures! Thanks for sharing!; January 20, 2009 at 2:41 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.