Noah was a Pwothet Too

Poor Noah might never make it to dry land, but he's got the "two by two" aminals!  

For the record, this is the first time I've ever heard her tell this story, although she spent a good portion of the afternoon hammering and sawing on the wall to build her "ark."  

It's amazing (and a little frightening) what a good memory she has, and how quick she can parrot back what you've said, word for word!  Makes me wish I hadn't said a few things (for example "You're not listening to me!"  Yeah, I hear that one a lot.)  

Jonah was a pwothet

This has got to be her all-time favorite scripture story.  The story by which all other scripture stories are judged.  (Me: "Moroni was a prophet."  Ernie: "Just like Jonah!")  

And please ignore the multiple flashings.  When she's thinking this hard, hands have just got to MOVE!  

PS- Yes, we also learned about Samuel the Lamanite tonight.  Why else would Jonah be up on that wall yelling "Evwybody!  Evwybody!  WEPENT!"  

Matchy Matchy!

The girls received an Easter package from Nana and Grandpa last week- look! Matching dresses! They girls got so many compliments at church- thanks Nana!




Errrr....I think this is their "evil" faces.


Wonder Daddy was a nervous wreck, with our 3-year-old holding our 6-month-old at the top of the stairs... but they did good!


We called Nana to say thanks- here's Ernie in her dress, feeding (Nana) jelly beans to her (Nana) stuffed toy. (Ernie can't decide if it's a duck or a bunny.)

Musical Genius

She might be headed for greatness. I'm thinking tuba.

Another One Bites the Dust, Hey Hey!

Audit section, you've been OWNED.

We are one test section away from being done. Can I get a woot?

Way to go, Wonder Daddy- you're awesome!

We Have Liftoff...

If she's not crawling by the end of the month, I'll be VERY surprised.

How'd She Do That?

It's been said children are very expressive...especially the mouth part. It's so true, especially with Mimi. She has the best facial expressions of any baby I know.


1) I have NO IDEA how she did it. I found her this way after her nap.
2) Check out the face. Tears: She'd been crying Smiles: Hi Mom! Smirk: Look what I did!

And that's not all Mimi can do. I don't have a picture but yesterday, 1 day after her six month birthday, she got up on her hands and knees, multiple times. She even tried to crawl, but could only get the party goin' with the legs...and the arms never joined in. Luckily, she's short enough where she can shake off a few face plants into the carpet.

We are seriously looking at a 6-month-old getting ready to crawl. Should I be scared?

Oh and 3) CHECK OUT that triple chin. Mmmm mmmm good!

I Got A Idea!

Ernie has lots of ideas lately.  This is her answer to every lack and need in her life: an idea.

Here is  yesterday's big idea.

Recently Heard

Ernie, as you know, hardly spoke English last year. However, that all changed around Christmas time. We're constantly...amazed at the things that she says *grin*

Ernie to Mom-Mom, as MM buckled her into the car: "You're the right guy."

Telling me the story of "Hoodwinked"
Ernie "And then the guy said..."
Mom "Don't you mean the bunny?"
Ernie "No. Wait, Mom. I tell you the truth."

As we walk in the door from meeting Daddy at the bus stop
Ernie "Daddy? We go outside, and you put me in big blue swing. You push me hiiiigh, and I say "Wheeeeee!" Kay?"

After Daddy called her in from the deck for dinner
Daddy "Go wash your hands, kay?"
Ernie "Why?"
Daddy " Because when we play outside our hands get dirty."
Ernie "Ohhhhhh...when we play outside, our hands get dirty. When we eat toast, our face gets dirty."

Keep your fingers crossed that I can catch her on tape tomorrow telling the story of Jonah and the Whale. It's been our scripture story every night this week- she's getting quite good at reciting it back *grin*

A Song

This is for everyone who:

1) Doesn't believe my daughter can dance. Oh YES she can! Just not like you :o)
2) Lives too far away to hear her songs in person.

Personally, I'm going to say this is a mix between Alex the Lion (twinkle toes), Kung Fu (roundhouse kicks), and the weird little hip hop instructional video in the Kung Fu Panda extras DVD (strong arms.)

Thanks, Aunt LoLo!

My remarkably attractive sister, Aunt LoLo, made a dress for her daughter.

Unfortunately, the dress GREW so much during the making, that in the end it wouldn't even stay on BBJ's petite little frame, preferring to puddle on the floor around her ankles.

Since Ernie is appreciably larger than her cousin (being 15 months older, and a cross between an Ent (me) and a Viking (Wonder Daddy) Aunt LoLo kindly sent the dress across the country for Ernie to wear.

Thanks, Aunt LoLo!

Never said THAT before...

I never thought about saying bed time prayers with Ernie until she was nearly a year old- we got into the habit of putting her to bed before we did our "adult" bed time rituals of prayers and scripture study. I didn't want to make the same mistake with Mimi. While she doesn't stay awake long enough for family scripture study (either the stories we tell Ernie, or Wonder Daddy and my more serious study sessions), I like to say a bed time prayer with her after I've laid her in her crib.

It's sweet to bend over my infant, all zipped into her blankets for the night, and rest my elbows on the mattress next to her to say a small, infant-sized, prayer.

Until she stuck her thumb up my nose.

I don't know what I said, but I guarantee I've never said it in a prayer before!

This Isn't Funny

Mimi says NO to squash.

Beautiful Bert

She formally goes by "A Bert" online, but we'll just call her Bert for simplicity's sake. Besides, that's just what we call her. (What? Doesn't everyone need a Bert and Ernie duo running around? Plus a Myrnie and a Mimi? We all have lovely names- you'd think we'd use them more often.)

Someday, she'll be a big star. Or a Big Mama. Or just a plan Big Deal.

One thing's for certain, she'll know to run when I get out my camera!

Ernie Can Help

Ernie loves to help out in the kitchen, but I think we broke new ground on Monday night.

Saturday night we filled the ball jar, which meant she got to pick a treat on Monday. It's still too cold for the zoo, but since it was Family Night and my family would be joining us, I suggested a cake, with frosting (which I NEVER do. I'm way too lazy and cheap to make frosting. Sorry, it's true.) She also requested green frosting.

At any rate, Monday night found me mixing shortening and a small mountain of powdered sugar while Mom-Mom did the dishes.

Then Mom-Mom did this.


One more dish to do.

Think Ernie minded helping out?


She only let go of that poor beater when she had a piece of cake and a fork in front of her- frosting in her hair, on her nose, on her forehead...she just couldn't reach that little blob on the inside.