Saturday, June 23, 2012

Scardey-Cow

She's got strong Idahoan ancestry, and like a true Idahoan, this girl loves potatoes!  And like a true daughter of myself, she loves mashed potatoes especially.

She got these mashed potatoes ALL over herself.  She wasn't even this messy with her birthday cake the week before!

The one day of Sun in weeks!


Cousin Sunshine was there too, but I couldn't get a shot of the girls together because they wouldn't both stand still for the same 2 seconds. :-)

The other day friend Wyatt was here and all the kids were playing upstairs.  When Hollyn started crying frantically I blamed Brennan for probably being too rough or something.  But we soon discovered the reason for her distress - she is absolutely terrified of this cow costume hood we have.  She was even wary of it if someone just held it in their hands.  But wearing it?  Oh my.  I wish I had been able to capture her best jumps.  She has seen her brothers wearing transformer masks and other scary things without caring a bit, but for some reason the cow hood really terrifies her.  (She reacts the same way to dogs.  Something about the size maybe?)  The video starts with shots of her as the boys played peekaboo with her.  I love when they interact with her.

video
Well, I haven't given a real update on Hollyn's personality in a while, so here's some more about her...

Although scared of them in real life, she loves dogs in general.  We have a book from the library right now with pictures of dogs.  One night to distract her during a diaper change I handed her the book and showed her the picture and said, "doggie, ruff ruff."  She started imitating me "eh eh" with the same intonations and timing.  Since then she loves to say it and even got the book out herself today when I mentioned doggies.  Hollyn also says what we believe is "up" ("uh!") at the appropriate times.  She says dada but I don't think in connection with Dad, and doesn't say Mama yet.  We know what her priorities are :-)  Let's see, what else...

Hollyn doesn't love hanging out in her high chair any longer than she has to, UNLESS she gets to use a spoon.  And better yet, add a bowl to the scene and she is one happy baby.  She's definitely starting to try and act as grown-up as her brothers.

The age of difficult Sundays has begun!  Oh brother.  My calling is in the library at church (which I highly recommend.  It's the best calling EVER!) and Hollyn usually hangs out with me in there.  But she's way over it.  The novelty wore off long ago and she wants OUT!  Last Sunday during class time, as I had nothing else to do, I let her wander around the halls staying close to the library.  Pretty soon another Mom and toddler joined me.  Then another and another.  Soon there were about 6 of us Moms with our 15-12 month old babies standing there watching our younglings going up and down and up and down and stairs. (Our building has a stretch of classrooms about a half-floor higher than the rest of the building.)  Anyway, we were lamenting that there should be a pre-nursery for babies once they've learned to walk.  As the bishop approached one person joked that we should just take our kids and drop them off in the bishop's office with a couple toys and say, "Here you go, bishop.  Have fun." :-)  Ahhh, this too shall pass.  It's an awesome age, except on Sundays.



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