Monday, October 19, 2015

Orelia at Age Three

Three is fun.  We are loving age three and all the laughter that comes with it.

She's laughing.  We're laughing.  Everybody's laughing.

Right around her birthday her language took another turn for the better and she started speaking in more nuanced phrases that she picks up everyday.  Now she isn't just "speaking in sentences" like she was at age two, but she's speaking in sentences closer to how an adult would speak.

She still has a few phrases that are quintessentially Orelia and make me smile.

"From I like to."  - Her response when I ask her why she did/does something

"He wants sister?" - What she asks when Bennett is crawling towards her/on top of her

"He loves me all the way?" - What she asks when she wants to make sure that Bennett loves her as much as she loves him

"That's gi-gusting!!" - That's disgusting!  Yuck!  This one is used frequently and every chance she gets.

She can now throw and catch and kick pretty well.  She likes to practice these skills on her own time and is occasionally very interested in a game of catch, but usually ignores the balls laying all over the yard.

She can also successfully ride a tricycle pretty well.  She likes doing it at preschool best where she can roam freely and needn't worry about staying on the sidewalk or anything practical like that.

She continues to be a smart lady, but she isn't particularly academically inclined.  Some kids love memorizing, and that is just not her.  When she wants to learn something she will, but until then she isn't interested.

Her internal math skills have gotten pretty good lately.  She can do some simple addition and subtraction in her head like how many more stickers she needs to get a reward or how many more bites she has to eat to get dessert.  The essentials.

I love that she knows how we do things in our house.  She knows where things go and is happy (usually) to put them away when I ask her to.  We are not an overly orderly family, but she knows where her shoes need to be put and where her dirty laundry goes.

She knows she has to sit in her place until she is excused and she is pretty good with the pleases and thank yous.  It's amazing how much nicer a request is on my ears if accompanied by a little manners.

She shows as much spunk as ever and makes us and those around her laugh at her antics.

She can come up with her own fun nowadays, which is nice.  She lately likes to pretend to be sick or take pretend naps (how thrilling, I know), and likes to play in her kitchen a lot.

She's an affectionate girl and loves to kiss, hug, and cuddle everyone in our family.  She loves hugging her friends, though they are usually less inclined.

She loves princesses and Star Wars, so we are basically buying everything in the Target dollar bins these days.

She and John have now seen all six Star Wars movies together, and she wants to read her Star Wars books every day.  Her favorite topic if conversation is to have Daddy tell her "how Darth Vader gets burned in the fire."  HA!

She likes to "kill" Darth Vader with her light saber or her magic wand.  She is always triumphant.

I think she loves the complexity of Star Wars and the "big kid" nature of it all, but she's very much a princess kind of gal too.  She wears a dress every day (as well as a cardigan for every hour of the day including bed time) and has lots of opinions about her own clothes as well as those around her.  A tiara is a common accessory and she can relate a lot to Fancy Nancy (still one of her favorite series).

Orelia is the nickname-giver in our house, so somehow she remains without one.  Dad is sometimes "Dadum" or "Dum Dum" (which she doesn't even get).  She calls me "Mar" occasionally, though I have no idea why.  Bennett has changed from "Boosky" to "Buddy."  Orelia is just Orelia.  She is such a little person now and we love watching her grow more into her personality every day.  We are so lucky to have her in our lives.

Monday, October 12, 2015

Healthy Boy

 One of the hardest parts of parenthood is dealing with sick kids.

Not the tending to them part.  Or the comforting part.

 That is completely natural and exactly what your entire being wants to do.

Just having a child with the flu is hard emotionally on parents.  Holding your child while they are unable to be comforted and knowing there is nothing you can do is an awful feeling.

I am so very grateful for the health of my kids.  I know many people who are not as lucky, and my heart goes out to them.  I snapped these photos after Bennett turned the corner on a bug he was battling.  It was the sickest he has ever been (visiting urgent care sick, but not emergency room sick), and John and I spent many evenings doing our best to keep his tears at bay until bed time.  Seeing him smile again meant the world to us.  A huge weight was lifted from our hearts knowing our guy was back.

Friday, October 9, 2015

For the Love of Pumpkins

 I'm still getting used to California weather.

While Orelia may be pictured here in pants and a sweater, it was really 80 degrees (or more) at the pumpkin patch.

 Mommy was melting.

 Orelia had a ball.

 Bennett was sick and stayed home with Daddy, so Orelia and I met our friends for a sweaty fall adventure.

Every single parent in attendance had their DSLR out to capture the family fun.

The kids were all enjoying themselves immensely except for the forced photo-ops.

Orelia does best in photo shoots when she can pretend to be Darth Vader using magical powers (see above).

 Or when we can play peek-a-boo in a hay maze.

Of course hopping into a wheelbarrow produces a genuine smile.  Luckily Orelia realized a bumpy wheelbarrow is not a very safe place to ride, and got out to make room for the pumpkins.

 As you can see, she chose a lot of pumpkins.

 The big one was for Daddy and is named "me" (i.e. "Orelia").

 All of the other pumpkins were just too perfect to leave behind (according to Orelia).  It was fun letting her "shop" at the pumpkin patch and have her three-year-old fun.

 Orelia is dressing as a fairy for Halloween and John will be Darth Vader.  Orelia has decided she will be "killing" Darth with her fairy powers, so watch out, Dad.

This little girl genuinely just loves pumpkins!  I promise I didn't pose this photo, she just has an obsession with fall's bounty, even if it is 80 degrees out here.

I'm more of a mocha girl, myself, but I foresee a pumpkin spice latte obsession in her future.  On ice, please.

Monday, October 5, 2015

Daddy's Back

 John was in China for twelve days, and things ran smoothly in his absence since my mom was here to help.

Ever since he returned, Orelia has been completely Daddy-focused in all things.

It's so sweet to see how much she missed him by how excited she is that he's back.

There are some special things a girl can only do with her Dad.  Thank God he's back!

Friday, October 2, 2015

Bubbles and Popsicles

With two kids around, I can't feasibly take my camera everywhere or even most places.

I leave it sitting near my back door, but it's still not within easy reach every time I get inspired to take a photo.

Looking through my photos from the end of summer, however, it seems like every single time we played with bubbles and every single time Orelia ate a popsicle, it was well documented.

I must love bubbles and popsicles, I suppose.

Or perhaps the kids are both happy and I can actually run inside to get my camera for a change.

At least according to my photographic history, all we did was play with bubbles and eat popsicles all summer long.

There is definitely something beautiful in that sentiment.

A part of me wishes we really did spend every morning and afternoon lounging about eating popsicles for every meal and going through galloons of bubble solution every week.

I suppose the novelty would have worn off if we did it too much.

Luckily, bubbles still have their allure.

Especially when shot through a fan gun.

Though Orelia was adamant this wasn't a bubble "gun."

I stand corrected.

For the hottest weeks of the summer, Orelia would be about to drift off for her nap and would request a popsicle "when I wake up."

"Sure, sure," I would agree, knowing full well you don't argue things when you are about to close the door at nap time.

Sure enough, she remembered my agreement, and always made sure I followed through on my promise.

Most of the time she only finishes half the popsicle herself, and I am stuck with the arduous task of finishing it for her.

Some tasks in motherhood are harder than others.

Farewell sweet summer, we have enjoyed you immensely.