A Year in STORIES With Pictures!!!!

Here is the obligatory yearly stories with pictures.

Sabrina: When someone says 'poop,' I laugh.

Sabrina, singing in the bathroom: I'm strong! And I'm poopy!

Lauren and Sabrina were eating lunch and listening to the Moana soundtrack. I left them to go to the bathroom. When I returned a "scary song" from the soundtrack was playing. Lauren and Sabrina were huddled together looking terrified at the sound speakers. Lauren said in a trembling voice, "The monster."

Sabrina, yelling: We have to be quiet because Lauren is sleeping, right?

Sabrina: Who will help me?
Me (thinking of the song "Who will save my soul?"): Jewel
Sabrina: Who's that?
Me: A singer.
Sabrina: Where is her?

Soph and Sabrina looking at our San Antonio trip pictures: Wow! Where is that!?
Sophie: It looks so cool!
Sabrina: It looks like a train ride!

Me: I exercised today! Are you proud of me, Lauren?
Lauren: No.

Sabrina: There is throw up in my tummy.

Sabrina: My tummy is getting bigger and bigger.
Me: Keep those realistic goals. They will serve you well in life.

Sabrina got decked out for church with bows and a necklace.
Sabrina: I'm going to go to church and everyone will say 'Hey! That girl is pretty!' And Beleza will see me and say 'Hey! My friend is pretty!' then we'll be the best friends!

Sabrina: I don't sleep about nightmares. I sleep about good-mares.

Lauren was dragging Daddy's shoes around by the laces: Doggy Shoes! Arf! Arf!

The kids were watching TV and a cleaner commercial came on. In the ad, kids were making a huge disgusting mess in their house. I said, "Eew! What a gross mess!" Then Sabrina replied with, "But the Mom is cleaning it!" This is what TV is teaching our kids, guys. Thanks a lot, America. 
Then this morning, Lauren stole my deodorant and made crumbs of it all over the couch and floor. I still haven't found the plastic container it came in. 

Sabrina: Mistakes are beautiful.

Dave, talking about our uneventful engagement story: Boring is the new beautiful.


Sophie was working on her math homework on the computer. She had a study guide cheat sheet, but instead was only guessing on the answers she didn't know.
Me, correcting her "guessing game" study habits: You can use your cheat sheet, but you can't guess.
Sophie bursts into tears: But I don't want to cheat!

Me: Do you want more cornbread?
Lauren: Yeah! I want more popcorn bread!

Sabrina: Why did Jesus put strangers on the Earth?
I explained a bit about the premortal life.
Sabrina: But why did Jesus put strangers with smoke?

Sophie: I love you, Lauren.
Lauren, angrily: No! You not love me!

Lauren: The spider is my best friend.
Lauren was referring to a very large Halloween decorative spider that was in a neighbor's yard.

Me: You are going to get a new tutor.
Sophie and Sabrina: A what!?!
They were thinking: "toot-er."

Sabrina: Mommy doesn't have any friends. She only has big friends.

Sabrina: Mom, I know you are going to cry because you love that food.

Sophie: They should make a new mom barbie and it should look like this.
Sophie folds her arms and glares.

One night at Sophie's karate class, all the karate kids were kneeling down waiting for class to begin, as usual. Lauren saw them and said, folding her arms: I say prayer.

Sabrina, after waking up in the morning: I really want that dream back, because that pirate was so handsome.

My crazy little 3 year old.

This little crazy person turned the crazy age of 3!

Sabrina, you are quite the independent lady. Obedience isn't something you are very interested in, and time-outs hardly phase you. However, you have some pretty amazing qualities and have one funny little personality. Potty training was a piece of cake for you. You could spend your whole day with minimal parental supervision while you color, do puzzles, or play with your little princess/animal/fairy/mermaid figurines. You love your mermaid figurines. And kitties. Meow, meow, meow! You are constantly meowing.

Food is your great motivator. You can accomplish anything as long as you'll get a treat for it. Screaming is a great enjoyment to you for some reason. So is "telling jokes." For example...

Sabrina: "Hi, Mommy. What is your name?"
Me: "My name is Lindsey."
Sabrina: "No, your name is Mommy!"
Repeat above ad nauseam.

OR

Sabrina: "Honey, where's my paaaaaaaannnntssss???.....It's right there on my bottom!"
Repeat above ad nauseam. 

OR

Sabrina: "Want candy?"
Me: "Yes, please!"
Sabrina: "All gone!"
Repeat above ad nauseam.




You are so stinkin' cute, that you get away with so much. I can hardly stay angry at you long after you have colored on the couch (again) or when you run the perimeter of Sprouts while I try to corner you

To celebrate your birthday, we invited Grandma and Grandpa Joslin over. You got some presents and some cake...which is really all you ever wanted.

The anticipation and excitement.

This isn't the best picture, but I made a colorful marble cake for you! I was actually quite impressed with my skillz. It turned out way better than I thought it was going to.

Slippin' and Slidin'

Grandma and Grandpa Hancock wanted to see pictures of the girls playing on our new swing set. I took photos for a family I know, and in exchange, we got a play set! We have been putting it to good use this summer. Just add water.

Glimpse into Sabrina's World

I showed Sabrina this picture and asked her who was in it. 

This is what she said, pointing to each person:

"Daddy, Sissy (her way of saying 'Sophie'), and boots!"

Easter!

 First, the egg-dying.

But what to do with cracked eggs?

This was Sabrina's reaction everytime we took the eggs out of the dye. Surprise, Sabrina! They go in white and come out colorful!

 Dad is the expert, by the way.

 Oh. A face.

  Easter Morning Surprise: Books!

(Good Night, Gorilla is for Lauren [not pictured]).

 Someone's harvest.

 Someone's breakfast.

Princess Leia Mini-Buns

 The one time I actually do my daughter's hair cute needs to be documented.

Theme: Happiness

2014 Stories

I have a little magnetic notepad on the fridge. On it I write all the little silly things Sophie and Sabrina say. Here are the stories I wrote down from this past year:


At the 2013 Hancock Christmas white elephant gift exchange, Dave scored a new frilly pink apron with cupcakes on it. Later, back at home, Lindsey used it while baking. Sophie didn't really like her using it. "That's Daddy's apron!" she said.


Lindsey to Sophie and cousins Kingston and Lowe: " You can eat your cheese crisp first, and then you can eat a cookie."
Sophie: "Yeah. That's what I do. I eat the good food first and then after that I can eat the bad food."


Sophie: "Sabrina is so cute. When I get kids, they're gonna think this baby is so cute."


Sophie: " Is it not spring break anymore?"
Dave: "Nope. Spring Break is over."
Sophie: "Yea!"


As we were getting ready for church one morning, everyone was packing their bags with all their essential "church things." So while Lindsey was packing the diaper bag, Dave was gathering his notebook, and Sophie was packing toys into her bag. Sabrina came out with her bag full of little shoes. She walked out the door with the bag in one hand and another shoe and blankie in the other.


Sophie, waving the American Flag: "Happy Fourth of July!"
Dave: "Do you know what that holiday is for?"
Sophie: "Uh-huh!"
Dave: "What?"
Sophie: "I forgot."


Sophie to Lindsey: "I figured out your favorite day is sleep day."
True dat.


Lindsey asked Sophie to do something, but Sophie was playing a Lego game on the tablet.
Sophie: "I can't! I'm working!"


Lindsey was taking a poll of the family, to see if everyone thought the new baby would be a girl or a boy.
Here are their answers:
Sophie: "Boy."
Lindsey: "Boy."
Dave: "Girl."
Sabrina: "Pig!"


Sabrina slept in to almost 10am one morning, which is very unusual!
Lindsey said to her when she finally woke up: "What are you? A teenager?"
Sabrina: "Yes."


Sophie: "Mom, remember when you used to make cookies?"
Lindsey: "Um, yeah."
Sophie: "Why don't you make them anymore?"
Lindsey had made some a few days ago.


What we found in our garbage disposal after it stopped working:
2 chopped up sippy cup stoppers
7 rocks
1 beat up jar lid.


While driving through ASU campus, Lindsey explained to Sophie: "This is where big kids got o school. They can take classes to become a doctor, or a teacher..."
Sophie: "Or they can learn to drive a bus!"
Lindsey: "Yeah. I don't think they have classes on that here."

Sabrina's 2 year old pictures

So, I had a 2 year old portrait session with Sabrina around her birthday, but I never posted them because it took me a while to start editing them. And I didn't really like them anyway.

So here are a few from that session and a few others to document her transition to 2.

Also, I find it very ironic that though these photos are from four different days, Sabrina is wearing the SAME shirt in most of these photos. We really like that shirt.

Facts of a 2 year old

Sabrina, you are a very fun girl. Here are a few facts about yourself to prove it.

Anytime I sit to play at the piano, you touch my hands and say "peeze!" (please) and I know that to mean "Please play 'Phantom of the Opera' so I can dance around!" That is pretty much the only piano song I am aloud to play when you are in the house.

One of the first words out of your mouth was singing "Let it go!" over and over, especially right when you would wake up. Actually, you still do that every morning. Even now, when you hear Frozen's "Let It Go" on our Grooveshark playlist you have me put on Daddy's old superhero cape around your shoulders and run around singing "Let it go! Let it go!"--but only during the chorus. For the rest of the song, you just stand around waiting until the "good part" starts again. But my favorite part to hear you sing is the last big note Elsa holds out in "Let the storm rage ONNNNNN!!!" You love to sing that big note and it is always adorably off-key.

While we're talking about music, I need to mention a few more of your favorite children's songs. You love "The Wheels on the Bus" and "Hot Potato" from The Wiggles. Those always put you in a good mood.

Sabrina, you only have to wake up each morning, and your hair is perfectly styled and volumized. See?

You are not very good at swallowing your food. There have been several instances where I have laid you down in your crib shortly after lunch only to find your cheeks stuffed with half-chewed leftovers.

Some children explore objects by sticking them in their mouths (such as Sophie did), however you explore objects by throwing them. Specifically, at Mommy's head. In fact, you ALWAYS throw it right above my left eyebrow. You have really good aim, and it hurts. A lot.

If I happen to tell you "I'm going potty," you take that as an invitation for a bathroom party. I said those every words a few days ago and you responded with "Otay!! Potty!!!!" and ran down the hallway to the bathroom where you sat on the toilet fully dressed, threw TP in the bowl, then flushed it down saying "Bye, bye!"

Faces II.

 Sophie: Age 5

Sabrina: Nearly 2

Kids being kids.

I was going to title this post as "Nothing Special," but decided that that wouldn't be very accurate. You see, these people are special to me! Maybe nothing significant was happening at this moment but we were having some fun!

Sabrina really likes to play tee-ball all by herself.

As you can see, she was very pleased with herself when she hit the ball!

And everyone loves a ball of soccer, right!?

 Everyone had to get head shots AKA lie down and get "tied up" by the pirates...

 

And this picture pretty much sums up Dave's life right here:

I know. I love this photo too.

That is all.