The Buckleys: Going "Home"

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Going "Home"

Today Eleanore and I leave for a 15-day trip to Idaho and Utah where we'll get to see lots of Eleanore's cousins, most of my brothers and sisters, my step-mom, Bryan's parents and lots of friends. We get to go to Jackson Hole, WY and Yellowstone National Park, see the mountains, play on the nice soft grass and hang with many of the people we love. We've been looking forward to this trip for a couple of months, the only downside is that person we love most isn't coming. Darn work. We'll miss you Bry/Daddy. :(

8 comments:

Ryan, Shayndel, & Kids said...: Hope you guys have a really fun, relaxing trip! I will miss out on not being there. Glad you're able to do it before it gets harder to pick up & go w/3 little ones. It means a lot to all of the family out there. I'm sure it will only make the heart grow fonder being away from Bryan too...he's a good, supportive husband to encourage you to do this.; August 3, 2009 at 8:58 AM
Sarah said...: YAY for us!!! Yippee! We are now counting in minutes... can't wait for you to get here (just in case your reading this at Holly's). Hopefully our grass is soft enough :).... it died off a bit during HOT July!; August 3, 2009 at 12:50 PM
Beadles said...: Bryan you are brave and we hope you will be busy enough that you don't go crazy! (Ryan would not be able to handle 15 days! He would leave it up to me but he would be crossing his fingers for 8 days or less!) Hope you have a wonderful time.; August 4, 2009 at 9:22 AM
Ashley said...: Oh man I wish we could see you so bad! I hope that the flight goes well and you are feeling well. Have fun catching up with all those idahoans, and utahns!; August 4, 2009 at 11:21 AM
Kim said...: Sounds like a lot of fun! Hope you have a great and safe trip. I love your masterpiece entry, it's so true!; August 4, 2009 at 5:10 PM
Joanna said...: cant wait to see you!!!; August 9, 2009 at 11:46 PM
Sarah said...: Hope it was worth it! I know it was way hard to travel alone and for so long! But it sure was worth it to me- since I know it will be hard to see you for the next while- sigh. I want to meet the babies before they are too old- hope we can somehow make it happen!; August 18, 2009 at 1:32 AM
* Nancy * said...: Bryan you were missed by your cute little family and from all of us too!
I'd have to agree with Shay...trips like these really make me appreciate everything. I am loving Tim's hugs, smiles, just being able to see him makes me a little more laid back.; August 21, 2009 at 11:24 PM

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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.