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Monday, May 7, 2012

Miss Jocelyn


Let me tell you about this kid
She is kind.
She loves her sister more than anyone in the world.
She also wrestles her WWE style, usually until someone starts crying.
She is an Artist in every possible way.
She kisses my belly all the time.
She is constantly on the hunt for Leprechauns, (today she built a house of grass, flowers and sticks for one)
She pronounces names that begin with an "S" as if they begin with a "S-P-A", Simone, becomes Spa-mone, Samantha becomes Spa-mantha, I don't correct her because it is is adorable.
She takes "a spring break" from things, "Mom, I'm taking a "spring break" from my lunch now.
She loves Dinosaurs and Dragons and wants to know what they eat constantly.
She will be any ones best friend in a heart beat.
She misses her cousins and asks about the often.
Kaitie DeMartini once said that having one Jocelyn was like having twins, it's still true.
She is a ham in front of the camera and loves to strike a pose.
Loves Preschool, Loves Loves it.
When she grows up she wants to be an Animal Rescuer.
She will try almost anything food wise once, twice is pushing it.
She always wants to know if she "Ate this when she was, two years old? Or one years old?"
She points out pink and purple flowers as we drive in the car.
She has a banshee scream that I am sure could crack glass. 
She loves to ride Strider like a sack of potatoes.
She misses her grandparents and aunts and uncles a lot.
A million is the biggest number in the world to her.
She loves My little Ponies, Baby Puppy and Peacock.
She is a great helper in the kitchen.
She loves gymnastics and swim lessons.
She always forgives me when I mess up.
She tells me she will miss me when she grows up and becomes a mommy.
But when she becomes a mommy with her own children, she will get a cat.
She is a sorter, and is brilliant.
If you try to skip a page she will call you out and make you read it again.
Her friends at school think she is funny and she loves to make people laugh.
She loves all fruit, and lots of veggies.
Her favorite Ice Cream is Rocky Road, but half way through she always want to switch with Brooke who usually gets Mint Oreo.
She figured out that if she sneaks in bed with us at our feet instead of our heads we usually don't notice and she can stay there longer.
She loves the song "Pumped up Kicks" by Foster the People but hasn't figured out the words. (gratefully)
She prays all the time, and when we have forgotten a meal she will stop and pray and retroactively.
I just really love this kid.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Keeping it real with Tulips and Two Kids

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Let me tell you why this photo will make the Professor and I laugh for the rest of our lives.
This was taken last weekend at our annual trip to the Wooden Shoe Tulip Festival,
(I can say annual after two years right?)
Anyway, it was a long, beautiful, hysterical, frustrating, warm, sun filled, tulip filled trip.

Brooke woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Melted down three times before we left,
Once on the car ride over,
and I can't count the number of times at the little festival.

She refused to eat anything but ice cream,
wear shoes,
and took off running so many times, it was like running sprints in PE.
We were those parents the ones everyone else looks at like, "What is wrong with your child? Why would you bring your delusional child here and ruin our beautiful, peaceful day?"

And then the moment came when we finally found a non-judging neighbor to take a family picture in front of the beautiful flowers, and suddenly screaming to get free of Ben's arms became "Cheese!" all smiles and warm.

Jocelyn who had been really fantastic all day, bumped into Ben's face seconds before the picture and left him seeing stars and her hiding her head in my lap.


At this point, laughter seemed the only option.

The further we get away from the day, the more of the good I remember, and there were lots of good; lots of fun pictures.
However, I had to comment about this one first, because we still look at this picture and crack up.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Today she said this...

Tonight Jocelyn and I had the following conversation
J: I want you to draw a picture of Phineas, his head is a triangle"
R: "Okay"
(drawing a picture of Phineas)
J: "No just his head... now draw me. My head is like an oval... Yes Yes!...(blushing)Now draw me kissing Phineas"
.
(I look at her confused)
.
R: "What?"
J:(bolder with slight annoyance at having to repeat herself)
"I want you to draw me kissing Phineas".
R: (still shocked) "Why do you want me to draw you kissing Phineas?"
J: "Because I love him soooooo much".

Should I be worried?

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Today she said this...


Today I asked Jocelyn what she wants to be when she grow up?
"Uh... a farmer and a mother."
"Those sound like wonderful things! Why do you want to be a farmer?"
"Because you get to feed the animals and grow the garden"
"Why do you want to be a mother?"
" Uh...uh... Because you get to go to the park by yourself."
*laugh*
"Anything else?"
"You get to decorate your own Christmas tree with no glass ornaments, and you get to go to the movies by yourself."
"Yup, that about sums it up."



Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Above the Fog

This morning I threw the ball for Strider on a very cold but sunny morning.
Sunny for us that is.
above the fog
We don't avoid the rain, but I really feel like get more bright sunny days up on our little hill and it makes my heart happy.
Strider in the morning
So does this guy.
frozen hydrengas
I would gladly trade two months of rain for a month of snow. The frost looked so beautiful this morning.
sleeping on the job
In other news, when given the choice between a nap and working in her little book, she chose the latter, the nap had other ideas.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Picture Day

picture day

Today was Preschool Picture Day.
I just thought you might like to see how cute she looked.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Today was the first day of...

pimp myspace

It rocked!

She loved it.
I cried, twice.
She stamped
painted
looked at a pink rock
and played outside.

I love her teachers.
This is going to be a good year.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Picking flowers and making wishes

looking away

peek-a-boo!
Peek-A-Boo!

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I wish, I wish, to fly with dragons...

picking flowers

more flowers

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Friday, September 2, 2011

New Photographer

new photographer

My favorite subject taking pictures of her favorite subject.
smiley face.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Bed Time Stories


*Jocelyn pretending to be stepped on by a big fake elephant at the San Diego Zoo.


While putting Jocelyn to bed tonight, she shared with me her version of a bed time story.

"Once upon a time there was a girl named Rileigh.
And she went to go pick some strawberries, but everyone had already ate them all gone.
But then Rileigh found one strawberry left."

"Did she eat the strawberry?", I asked.

"No, no no. A dinosaur came out and ate her all up.
But she made the dinosaur sick, so he spit her out."

"The End."

I wonder if I should be concerned about this?

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Miss Jocelyn


*Birthday girl drinking out of the special "Birthday Cup"

Dear Jocelyn,

Today you are four. You awoke to your room covered in balloons with a few streamers gliding across your walls. You were delighted, but I don’t think you fully understood that today was your birthday. For breakfast you had Lucky Charms, which you have been begging for ever sense we went camping last month. You ate all the marshmallows but then you actually at the “whole grain” part as well. I was really impressed. But I don’t think you got that it was your birthday.

We would tell you that, today you are four. and you would reply, “No, I not four yet, I still three.

On our way to church we sang the Hansen Family Birthday song. Which you happily sang along with, and then reminded us that Grandpa Robbie’s birthday was over.

At Church you gave your very first talk in Primary. How proud you were to sit in the special chair at the front marked, “TALK”. Today was your day. All smiles and courage as you waited for your turn to talk. Your topic was, “Our body is a Temple.” I held up a picture of the temple and whispered to you what to say. Like a little mouse you, in your most quiet voice repeated my lines. Holding up different things, like play fruit and vegetables, Sharing cards, and a little dog, telling the primary different ways we can keep our bodies healthy and clean. I was so proud. You were not nervous but maybe a little shy. You did so good. If only the primary presidency had turned on the microphone.

You and your sister slept in the car and at home for an hour or so while I wrapped presents and watched Jane Eyre for the third time. You awoke and saw them and immediately wanted to open them. We explained not until Brooke was awake. Being the logical child that you are, you disappeared and five minutes later I heard the tears of a sleepy sister that was now awake and ready for presents.

Lets just say, “Kid, you scored.”

A brownie cake with purple frosting and My Little Pony sitting on top, is frankly what you ate for dinner. I tried to throw some fruit into your belly and I think you at half an orange and small cup of juice. It’s your birthday, I am not worried today.

You spoke to so many family members today. All singing Happy Birthday. You laughed and smiled. While on the phone with your aunt you finally understood that it was your birthday. We told you were four again, and you stopped looked up at me and said,
"I am?"
.
(Mm-hmm)
.
"I am four, I not three anymore?"
.
...I got bigger?"
.
(big smile)
.
"It's my birthday! I am turning four!"
.
(You ran around the room shouting)
.
"IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, I AM FOUR, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!"

You are sleeping at last. My darling sweet girl, who every night sings to me;

“I love you forever

I like you for always

As long as I am living

My mommy you’ll be”

Friday, June 24, 2011

This kid


Sometimes she drives me bonkers.
Like when she pours a cup of yogurt on the floor for no reason.
Terrifies the dog by chasing him around the living room on her bike.
And every bug she sees is grounds for hysteria, meltdowns and tears.

But then she will tell you things in a very serious yet quizzical tone,
"I don't like that Jesus made bugs."
Snuggle up with the dog while he is sleeping and find Waldo.
Make beds for all the dolls out of wash rags and tissues.
Put all of the flatware neatly away in the drawer.

and maybe just maybe,
She will hold your face with two hands.
Look into your soul with her sea green eyes,
and sing you this song.

"I love you forever,
I'll like you for always
As long as I am living
my mommy you'll be"

Yup.
Worth it.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

POW

I have no idea what POW this is.


But I like it.
This picture was taken while I watched on from the tub.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Happy Friday

mini cake

Yesterday we took dinner to friends who just had their very first baby.
I thought a little birthday cake was in order.

Isn't she just precious?
Jocelyn and Audry
I want one...
.
.
Someday.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The Slide


She is fearless.

slide

Sleeping Beauty

sleeping beauty

We had such a fun weekend and a wonderful wonderful Sunday.

Friday, March 4, 2011

my sweet silly girl

Miss Jocelyn,

I just put you to bed. There was a moment that was so cute, so beautiful so perfect I had to write it down before it disappeared. I was laying on your bed and we were snuggling, You were wearing your pink pony nightgown that you got for Christmas two years ago and that will fit you for another two. I was singing "My Heavenly Father Loves me," I would sing part of the verse and then you would sing the last word.

I got to the verse,
" ... the color of butterfly wings,
he gave me my ... (ears)",

You sang "heart" perfectly and then looked at me because we both knew that part was coming up next, and then we both burst into laughter. It was so cute and so perfect.
"Heart" was now the only word you would say at the end of each verse, followed by a little giggle.
You silly sweet girl.

I love putting you to bed.

Love,

Mom

miss out the window

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

thinking outside the box

getting milk
No need to cry over spilled milk if it never leaves the container.

My daughter the genius.

POW 8

ketchup and mustard

This was at the best little big hamburger place of my life.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Snuggle buddies


snuggling in the kennel

This is where the girls spend a good 50% of the day.
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