I’m really sorry that I haven’t been keeping up with the blog. Just trying to hang in there. Things are nuts. Nothing new to us really! I think that someone in our house has been sick every week since the new year … but right now every one of us is healthy (hallelujah!) and so here I am, posting photos of these beautiful girls who are growing so unbearably fast. Enjoy!
What a sweet couple! It’s Daddy-Daughter date night, Jeff is taking Eleanor to the ballet — it’s becoming an annual tradition. She’s been looking forward to it all year, I can’t wait to hear her tell me all about it!
The news report from last night, where you can see the back of my head explaining the concept of the new St. Augustine identity mark.
At least my hair looks good!
It’s so nice now that June can communicate more; there are fewer tears and a lot more fun. Here’s what little June is saying:
In Sign Language:
- Milk (very popular)
- Night-Night (or Sleepy)
- Waving hi and bye
- Thank You (which looks like she’s blowing a kiss, SO adorable.)
- All Done (which also serves as “get me out of here”)
And she’s also got a few words in English now, too! Here they are:
- Dada (this was her first, she’s been saying that well for about a month)
- Baby (she loves her baby dolls, and requests a “beh-beh” at every opportunity)
- She’s said wa-wa (water) a time or two
And also, she’s picked up a few words in … uh … animal. These are the most fun. I’ll try to get some video of this:
- Hey June, what does a monkey say? “Ah-ah-ah!”
- Hey June, what does a goat say? “Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!”
There are a few more animals noises she will repeat if I tell them to her, but these are the only two she knows from memory.
In other news, we are enjoying a Christmas tree already and I put the lights up outside. We got a little blow-up teddy bear for out front that Eleanor loves. And, we are navigating the tricky territory of encouraging Eleanor’s faith in Santa while avoiding out-right deception. She’s suspicious and has informed me that Santa is “silly” but I’m not giving up quite yet. She’s three for crying out loud, and I thought I’d get a couple more years of good-behavior-motivation and over-exuberant-Christmas-anticipation out of this.