Exciting World of Plastic Bags

(I'm adding a disclaimer to this entry right now. I do not let Hannah play with plastic bags and as soon as I took this picture I confiscated it.)

Hannah got a really cool toy for Christmas. It was so cool that I played with it for about half an hour on Christmas morning. It's a fisher price toy. It's ten hollow domes of varying sizes. They stack on top of each other, or they stack inside of each other, or they can be made into little balls, or they can be put together in such a way that all of the pieces end up inside of each other to make one big ball. The other day Hannah found a ziploc bag I must have had some pamphlets in and she went around and picked up all ten of the pieces of her ball. It was pretty cute, because she invented the idea all by herself. It was pretty cute.

The One Way She Sleeps

Once again Evelyn is awake and I wish I was in bed, but what can I do? I realized the other day that she seems to sleep well in the swing, and she prefers to be upright. I think that's one reason why she doesn't sleep well in the bassinet. She just likes the swing better. It's too bad. I've come to rely on the swing. I put her in it to keep her off the floor, because when she's on the floor Hannah wants to play with her, and she always seems to squish her, or pinch her trying to pick her up, or all sorts of things. I feel like she's much more safe in the swing, and I can leave the room and not worry as much as if I had left her on the floor. I don't like to leave her on the couch either because, especially when she was brand new, Hannah would grab the blanket she was wrapped in and pull it. I'm afraid if I leave them alone together Evelyn will end up on the floor. But somehow I've decided I have to wean her off the swing to see if she'll sleep at night time. Wish me luck!

I didn't forget about Evelyn

You may have thought after all those pictures I have up of Hannah that I had forgotten about Evelyn. Ha! No way is that possible. Here's a cute picture of my other little darling. Doesn't she have nice eyes? I couldn't resist taking a picture today. I can't believe how nice and fat she's getting, especially since she throws up all over me every night. Why did I just publish that comment? I don't know, I guess. Maybe I want everyone to read it and sympathize with my plight. While I'm at it I should also tell everyone that she seems to have her days and nights mixed up. She wants to eat every two or three hours at night, while during the day she'll sleep for about five hours at a time. And the time she is the most alert is from about eight o'clock to twelve or one o'clock at night, precisely when I want to be sleeping. But I guess it's all worth it in the end, isn't it? I'm just going to have to figure out a way to turn her clock around. But even with all that, when I'm about ready to fall asleep holding her at night, and I can feel my mouth hanging open, I want to hold onto her forever and look at her beautiful face and always remember it. I wish memories were as easy to preserve as pictures are. Somehow the memory always seems better, no matter how good the pictures are.

Family Home Evening Adventures

Today for Family Home Evening we put up our Christmas decorations. (Yeah, I know it's late, but things are kind of busy with two little babies in the house.) Hannah had a delightful time looking in boxes and pushing them around. At one point I pulled out a little stuffed Christmas squirrel and arranged it carefully beside the T.V. with a garland curled around it. I saw Hannah's eyes light up as soon as I pulled it out, and I should have known right away that it would be useless to try my artistic talent on it, but I did anyway. No sooner had I taken my hands away from it (and perhaps even before) than Hannah headed purposefully towards it and claimed it as her own. She spent the next few minutes giving it hugs and kisses. It was pretty cute. I couldn't even begrudge my wasted efforts to use it as decoration.

This second picture didn't capture the moment very well, since I took it at a bad angle, but Hannah decided our empty boxes were just simply meant to climb on. She hasn't been much of a climber since she fell down the stairs one day, but she still has moments.

My Little Model

This was so adorable I just couldn't help but put it up. Once upon a time a long time ago (Hannah was maybe nine months old) her Grandma Jensen gave her a necklace. Ever since then she's delighted in wearing it. She doesn't really like hats, though. It looks like she's posing in this picture, but really she was trying to take the hat off. Appearances can be deceiving!

Isn't she just adorable though? My little model queen.

First Spoon Meals

The first thing Hannah ate by herself was applesauce on December 5th. (I'm publishing my post under that date although it has been a couple of weeks now since then.) Ben was feeding her and she kept grabbing the spoon and eventually he just gave it to her. The first picture is of her eating applesauce. The second picture is of the second thing she ate all by herself; yoghurt. Just look at how covered she is in it! By the way, she's always liked getting her picture taken and sometimes she's started pointing at the camera and squeezing her eyes shut. I'm not sure why, but I think it sure is cute!