Check out this gorgeous blanket, a gift from the Tibbitts.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Out of the Mouth of Elsie, Part II
Over breakfast, she tells me this story. (I actually jotted it down verbatim.)
"Bryce was in the treehouse in the town describing and fixing wheels. He pooped in the treehouse."
Later in the car, she told me that she was going to make cupcakes in the treehouse at school and Aunt Kate was going to come--not Uncle Johnny. The cupcakes were chocolate with candles.
Over breakfast, she tells me this story. (I actually jotted it down verbatim.)
"Bryce was in the treehouse in the town describing and fixing wheels. He pooped in the treehouse."
Later in the car, she told me that she was going to make cupcakes in the treehouse at school and Aunt Kate was going to come--not Uncle Johnny. The cupcakes were chocolate with candles.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Out of the Mouth of Elsie
Kono--name of giraffe
Canus--name of buffalo
Kaffee--name of turtle nightlight
"hmmm let's see what we do today? I know go to Alanta."
Major upchuck after the Valentine's party on the way home from school speeding to meet Carol Spadaro, my college roommate's mother, coming through town on a visit.
"Where's daddy's computer?" Still held hostage and may never be returned especially after our behavior on the phone with HP "service" representatives.
Kono--name of giraffe
Canus--name of buffalo
Kaffee--name of turtle nightlight
"hmmm let's see what we do today? I know go to Alanta."
Major upchuck after the Valentine's party on the way home from school speeding to meet Carol Spadaro, my college roommate's mother, coming through town on a visit.
"Where's daddy's computer?" Still held hostage and may never be returned especially after our behavior on the phone with HP "service" representatives.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
If I had a computer...
that worked... I might upload pictures of my birthday festivities. January 31st was a great day--not because I turned 37, but because I awoke to freshly baked homemade from scratch cupcakes delivered by Elsie and her daddy to my bed! I might upload pictures of Elsie and Daddy coming home from swimming or the balloons and bling and card I received as presents from them. I might upload pictures of dinner with the Belzers--though we missed the Martins! I might upload pictures of the wonderful gifts and cards I received.
I might upload pictures of our visit from Aunt Kate and Uncle Johnny and our adventures to see trains, at the park, or out to dinner. I might upload pictures of our visit from Aunt Meredith and her friend Charles and our fun downtown with our wine guy Stan Ray and his family. I might upload pictures of our dinner at Vinnie's or our adventures at the honey shop--Savannah Bee Company on Broughton. Elsie loves that place--she gets to sit in a hive and dress like a beekeeper. I might upload pictures of our fun at the free museum day today going to the Roundhouse museum and the Jepson museum.
I might upload pictures of how much Kit likes the Bjorn and how much Elsie likes to spin around and around and get dizzy. I might upload pictures of how handsome David looks with the Bjorn on spinning his dizzy daughter around and around--you might notice how he is graying a bit. Remember, I'm only older than he is for another month.
But I can't upload these pictures because our computer is being held hostage and we have an impossible antique to deal with in the meantime.
that worked... I might upload pictures of my birthday festivities. January 31st was a great day--not because I turned 37, but because I awoke to freshly baked homemade from scratch cupcakes delivered by Elsie and her daddy to my bed! I might upload pictures of Elsie and Daddy coming home from swimming or the balloons and bling and card I received as presents from them. I might upload pictures of dinner with the Belzers--though we missed the Martins! I might upload pictures of the wonderful gifts and cards I received.
I might upload pictures of our visit from Aunt Kate and Uncle Johnny and our adventures to see trains, at the park, or out to dinner. I might upload pictures of our visit from Aunt Meredith and her friend Charles and our fun downtown with our wine guy Stan Ray and his family. I might upload pictures of our dinner at Vinnie's or our adventures at the honey shop--Savannah Bee Company on Broughton. Elsie loves that place--she gets to sit in a hive and dress like a beekeeper. I might upload pictures of our fun at the free museum day today going to the Roundhouse museum and the Jepson museum.
I might upload pictures of how much Kit likes the Bjorn and how much Elsie likes to spin around and around and get dizzy. I might upload pictures of how handsome David looks with the Bjorn on spinning his dizzy daughter around and around--you might notice how he is graying a bit. Remember, I'm only older than he is for another month.
But I can't upload these pictures because our computer is being held hostage and we have an impossible antique to deal with in the meantime.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Tales of Judy
The other day when I asked Elsie to come to me to get ready for naptime she told me she couldn't because she was busy feeding Judy. I came around the corner prepared for an involved tea party and discovered Elsie sitting on the sofa with Judy kicked out to the side--all three feet of her, face planted in Elsie's belly. She tells me she "can't come right now. I feeding Judy with my belly." You may remember Judy from this earlier post--she was the highly developed and very tall doll that Nonie gave her for Christmas. So for the rest of the day when I nursed baby sister, Judy also took her turn with E.
In fact, Judy has had lots of action lately--she was Elsie's choice for show and tell a few weeks back at school. I had suggested a few books, a photo, a stuffed monkey, but no, Judy had to go. Her pants are so tight that she couldn't sit to ride in the car to school but no worries Elsie strapped her into the seatbelt in a standing position. It was a bit cold for Judy's midriff revealing top and bare feet, but she compensated for that lack with extra accessories, makeup and jewelry. Ahhh Judy.... Her classmates were in awe of this baby teenager doll, but I'm not sure her teachers were as impressed.
And there would be photos of some, not all, of these adventures, if only we had a freakin' computer that wasn't too old to handle such things... Still having computer issues... Stay tuned.
The other day when I asked Elsie to come to me to get ready for naptime she told me she couldn't because she was busy feeding Judy. I came around the corner prepared for an involved tea party and discovered Elsie sitting on the sofa with Judy kicked out to the side--all three feet of her, face planted in Elsie's belly. She tells me she "can't come right now. I feeding Judy with my belly." You may remember Judy from this earlier post--she was the highly developed and very tall doll that Nonie gave her for Christmas. So for the rest of the day when I nursed baby sister, Judy also took her turn with E.
In fact, Judy has had lots of action lately--she was Elsie's choice for show and tell a few weeks back at school. I had suggested a few books, a photo, a stuffed monkey, but no, Judy had to go. Her pants are so tight that she couldn't sit to ride in the car to school but no worries Elsie strapped her into the seatbelt in a standing position. It was a bit cold for Judy's midriff revealing top and bare feet, but she compensated for that lack with extra accessories, makeup and jewelry. Ahhh Judy.... Her classmates were in awe of this baby teenager doll, but I'm not sure her teachers were as impressed.
And there would be photos of some, not all, of these adventures, if only we had a freakin' computer that wasn't too old to handle such things... Still having computer issues... Stay tuned.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Getting in Touch with our Feelings
Yesterday, Elsie tells me that she is "very enthusiastic" about playdough.
She then tells me she is "very mad" about having to eat her dinner--she would prefer fish sticks for every meal. She told me that she wanted to be by herself to be mad.
Next, she tells me to come back in the room because she is "happy again."
We are trying to figure out what person, book, or show put her in touch with her feelings. We're not quite sure if it is a good thing.
Yesterday, Elsie tells me that she is "very enthusiastic" about playdough.
She then tells me she is "very mad" about having to eat her dinner--she would prefer fish sticks for every meal. She told me that she wanted to be by herself to be mad.
Next, she tells me to come back in the room because she is "happy again."
We are trying to figure out what person, book, or show put her in touch with her feelings. We're not quite sure if it is a good thing.
Friday, January 09, 2009
Big Sister Elsie
Every morning for the past week, Elsie's first words to us are about her "baby sister":
Her enthusiasm is heartening especially after a sleepless night when her parents are more than aware of where baby sister is and might not feel so sweetly toward her at that given moment. Elsie has worn her big sister T-shirt on loan from Emma Pace and her big sister jacket embroidered especially by Addie. She brought big sister cookies and pictures to school for show and tell. She tells everyone she meets "I have a baby sister." We hope that the positive feelings continue after Grammy leaves and Daddy goes back to work and the sharing really begins in earnest.
Every morning for the past week, Elsie's first words to us are about her "baby sister":
- Where is baby sister?
- Can I hold baby sister?
- I kiss baby sister.
- What baby sister doing?
Her enthusiasm is heartening especially after a sleepless night when her parents are more than aware of where baby sister is and might not feel so sweetly toward her at that given moment. Elsie has worn her big sister T-shirt on loan from Emma Pace and her big sister jacket embroidered especially by Addie. She brought big sister cookies and pictures to school for show and tell. She tells everyone she meets "I have a baby sister." We hope that the positive feelings continue after Grammy leaves and Daddy goes back to work and the sharing really begins in earnest.
Baby Portraits
Now I know why there were so many more pictures taken in Elsie's first year: they don't do much and you really can't help yourself and they seem to change daily. Kit is one week old already and we are enjoying getting to know her.
So, to catch you up on the new year's happenings... I started feeling some form of contractions New Year's eve but didn't think they were of consequence--we went and had a lovely dinner at the Martins. On New Year's Day, after a decent night's sleep, I awoke feeling definite contractions eight minutes apart about 7am and they became more intense and closer together over the next few hours. Elaine headed over to care for Elsie, and Mom and Dad headed down from Atlanta. We got to the hospital at 9:30 or 10 and my doctor was on call, and she confirmed that not only would I be having a baby, but most likely, in true Howells/Harvey fashion, I'd have a baby by lunchtime. And after brief labor (thank you, good birthing genes), she arrived at 12:22pm. I was a celebrity at the hospital for having her so rapidly and my doctor suggested I could have an army of little ones or investigate surrogacy. Relieved and delighted to have our healthy little girl, we were still trying to adjust to her early arrival. Mom, Dad, and Elaine brought Elsie over to meet her sister at 4 or so that afternoon and we had a very sweet visit.
The next day, Friday, we were able to go home early after Kit was given the A-OK by her pediatrician. Ann and Roy came over from Alabama to meet their new granddaughter and visited for the weekend. It was a good thing Kit was here to soothe these Bama fans after the bowl loss.
Now I know why there were so many more pictures taken in Elsie's first year: they don't do much and you really can't help yourself and they seem to change daily. Kit is one week old already and we are enjoying getting to know her.
So, to catch you up on the new year's happenings... I started feeling some form of contractions New Year's eve but didn't think they were of consequence--we went and had a lovely dinner at the Martins. On New Year's Day, after a decent night's sleep, I awoke feeling definite contractions eight minutes apart about 7am and they became more intense and closer together over the next few hours. Elaine headed over to care for Elsie, and Mom and Dad headed down from Atlanta. We got to the hospital at 9:30 or 10 and my doctor was on call, and she confirmed that not only would I be having a baby, but most likely, in true Howells/Harvey fashion, I'd have a baby by lunchtime. And after brief labor (thank you, good birthing genes), she arrived at 12:22pm. I was a celebrity at the hospital for having her so rapidly and my doctor suggested I could have an army of little ones or investigate surrogacy. Relieved and delighted to have our healthy little girl, we were still trying to adjust to her early arrival. Mom, Dad, and Elaine brought Elsie over to meet her sister at 4 or so that afternoon and we had a very sweet visit.
The next day, Friday, we were able to go home early after Kit was given the A-OK by her pediatrician. Ann and Roy came over from Alabama to meet their new granddaughter and visited for the weekend. It was a good thing Kit was here to soothe these Bama fans after the bowl loss.
Friday, January 02, 2009
Monday, December 29, 2008
Christmas Morning
Well, Christmas lived up to the
hype this year for Miss Elsie. On Christmas morning, she awoke at 
a civilized hour and was excited to learn it had finally come. Daddy checked to make sure Santa 
had come, and we ventured forth to see if he had eaten his cookies, given the reindeer the carrots, and had read her letter. And he had! Only crumbs and stems were left! Elsie was delighted with the fancy firetruck from Grandpa Dave, Grandma Sharon, and Granny T. She was wowed by the guitar and Dora dollhouse from Santa. And she loved the Noah's Ark from Grammy and Poppa. It was clear, though, that the flashlight and the candy canes in her stocking were actually plenty of gifts... but she so
on got the hang of the steady stream of presents demanding more to open and pouting when Mommy and Daddy stopped to open a few of their own. Since travel was out of the question with baby sister almost here, we managed a peaceful holiday at home with family on the phone and found here in spirit in wonderful gifts shipped from afar and wrapped under the tree.
Well, Christmas lived up to the
hype this year for Miss Elsie. On Christmas morning, she awoke at 
a civilized hour and was excited to learn it had finally come. Daddy checked to make sure Santa 
had come, and we ventured forth to see if he had eaten his cookies, given the reindeer the carrots, and had read her letter. And he had! Only crumbs and stems were left! Elsie was delighted with the fancy firetruck from Grandpa Dave, Grandma Sharon, and Granny T. She was wowed by the guitar and Dora dollhouse from Santa. And she loved the Noah's Ark from Grammy and Poppa. It was clear, though, that the flashlight and the candy canes in her stocking were actually plenty of gifts... but she so
on got the hang of the steady stream of presents demanding more to open and pouting when Mommy and Daddy stopped to open a few of their own. Since travel was out of the question with baby sister almost here, we managed a peaceful holiday at home with family on the phone and found here in spirit in wonderful gifts shipped from afar and wrapped under the tree.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
well we finally did it. elsie decided that she'd muster up the courage to ask santa for some toys. we marched right into the mall (which is courageous in its own right) and headed straight to santa. fortunately santa had just returned from his 15 min. "feeding the reindeer"/smoke break so we were second in line leaving no time to decide that no toy was worth sitting in an old hairy guy's lap who smelled like moth balls, old spice aftershave, and wrigleys spearmint gum. we quickly chose the convenient photo package and placed elsie upon the old guy's knee. from right of stage dad prompted "tell santa what you want". a whispered toys and cookies was the reply to dad. great, "now tell that to santa". nervously elsie turned to santa and whispered what i assume was "toys and cookies". now it was mom's turn to get elsie to turn to the camera. snap. snap. and not a second too soon. "daddy, daddy get down please". as you can see elsie now has proof the she is a big girl, not afraid of men she really should be afraid of, and officially asked santa for holiday treats.
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