Wednesday, January 30, 2013

sweet little sickie

Sweet Elise.  She has a bad cold and cough.  She was up every couple hours last night...little sweetheart.  

She wakes up crying and says "Need you, Mommy.   Not feel good."  
So I go in and give her a drink of water.  
Elise:  "This water taste so good."
Me:  "Do you want Mommy to rockie for a few minutes?"
Elise:  "Go back in my bed with Daisy"

Repeat a couple times.  

 This morning:  "Lay my cheek on this pillow watch Mickey.  Make me feel much better.  'Punzel blankie keep me warm."

Neither of us changed out of our pajamas all day.  By the end of the day (with a couple doses of Motrin) she was doing much better.  I should probably shower now. 

Monday, January 28, 2013

snow and forts

We got a LOT of snow the last week. 
(Of course - now it's almost gone again...) 

We went and got Elise her own little shovel.  She was super excited and carried it all around the store and pretended to shovel while we finished our shopping.  It was hilarious.

"push me mommy"


She was a huge "help" - if you know what I mean...

"more snow on my shovel mommy - put snow over here"

Somebody (ahem - Elise) spilled on the couch so I had to wash some of the cushion covers.  We took all the cushions off and Daddy built a pretty awesome fort.  So fun.  I loved making forts when I was little.


Wednesday, January 23, 2013

she's home! and happy birthday sis!

Today we went to the airport to pick up my mom who has been in Hawaii for the last two weeks.  She was really sick of walking on the beach, drinking Mai Tais, and snorkeling with sea turtles and was dying to come home to the white-out, below-freezing conditions that we live in.  Uh-huh. 

The airport is a really exciting place for a two year old.  There are airplanes to see, a kids area, balloons that people let go and are hanging out near the ceiling. 
 ("I go up there - so so high get balloon Mommy")

Grandma brought her some shell necklaces, hair clips, and a hula dancer barbie.  She dances around to Hawaiian music - it's super cute.  Oh -- and M&Ms. 


"Elise Goote get Grandma off on airplane"



Annnnnnd...It's Lauren's birthday!  Happy Birthday Sis!

(I have no idea why this video is so wiggly)

We went to the lake to play after we had lunch (at Panera - where else) - She didn't get a nap today and fell asleep on the way home.  Sweetheart.  


Monday, January 21, 2013

i'm so cold

Enjoy your last few days in Hawaii, Mom.  This is what you have to look forward to this week.  Tomorrow the high is 12.  TWELVE. 

We picked up Papa at the airport Saturday.  He didn't disappoint - he had M&Ms in his pocket and two new books in his bag.   After he told Elise about swimming with turtles, she is now so obsessed about "go-ning swimming with Papa" to the point where he had to google open swimming pools in Hudsonville.  


It is SO snowy today Aubrey came over to kill some time before her babysitting job this afternoon instead of driving back out to the lake.   Elise needed to sit on her lap and watch a Daisy - and then she needed the grandma on her lap from her dollhouse, too. 

Aubrey has all her bandages off her arm from her surgery.  Elise does NOT like to see the scar.  She put stickers - band-aids - over the whole thing. 

"These band-aids make Auntie Aubee's owie arm all better"

Friday, January 18, 2013

her best friend daisy

Elise loves her Daisy.   She insists we put Daisy next to her at the table.  She eventually had to move so I could eat dinner.  And Elise set the table.  I think she used all the forks. 

"Daisy my friend.  Daisy watch this show with me - sit by me on couch."

"Help Daisy paint."
(Totally not kidding when I say we paint all.the.time.  And Elise always messes up my picture.   The nerve.)


A few more gems from our funny girl this week:

[playing tea party:]
"mix mix mix, this tea delicious."

[randomly while painting:] 
"not everybody get me.  sit on mommy's lap be safe."

[walking into the grocery store:]
"that car chase me.  mommy keep me safe."

[when daddy comes home from work:]
"daddy's home dinnertime!  i love my daddy." 

[going upstairs to go to bed:]
"go upstairs.  mommy not pinch my buns.  not pinch my buns, daddy."
(I can't help it.  Her buns are just so perfectly pinch-able.)

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