Sunday, December 23, 2012

I'm so glad when Daddy comes home....



I wish we would have videotaped her reaction of excitement when daddy came home from work (then again we wish we would have videotaped a lot of things).  Five days a week, every week of the year Elyse did the same thing and had the same reaction each time.  Elyse and I were usually in the family room or kitchen when the garage door would open.  As she heard the loud, squeaking sound of the garage door opening her head slightly tilted and looked at the door connecting the house to the garage.  Elyse quickly turning to me with a face that expressed the question, “Is it dad or someone else?”.  “It’s ok.  It’s dad.” I say, reassuring her as she smiled from ear to ear running so fast sometimes almost skidding to the door.  Her little hands made into fists knock on the door then pause waiting to hear him.  “Knock, knock” comes the sound from the other side of the door.  Oh what thrill that brought her!  Elyse knocks again and the door opens wide as she screams with delight.  She loved when daddy came home!

 





Friday, November 2, 2012

1,2,3,4,5,6,...



One of Elyse’s all-time favorite games was Hide and Seek.  She apparently could not get enough of this game deciding to play without my knowledge.   Silence was never good in our household.  If it was quiet Elyse was probably in something she wasn’t supposed to be in quite knowingly or she was playing hide and seek.  I remember the first time she hid from me…I got caught up in doing something or another and turned around to check on Elyse, she was not insight.  I listened waiting to hear some kind of noise whether it was a door, paper crinkling, or her little feet sliding across the floor.  Nothing.  I started walking around, “Elyse, Elyse?  Elyse where did you go?” while checking in each room.  No answer, no Elyse.  I began to panic a little scrambling to the doors wondering if she got out.  Doors were locked, she was inside somewhere.  Was she hurt?  I looked under the couches, in the kitchen/bathroom cupboards shouting her name “Elyse, Elyse”.  I checked everywhere.  Were all the windows shut?  Then something caught my eye as I was leaving the office.  The closet door was slightly opened and something seemed out of place.  I walked over pulling open the door and there was Elyse scrunched up in a ball near some boxes.  A feeling of such relief came over me as she peered up at me laughing.  She was laughing!  She thought this was funny all along and thought she had found the perfect hiding spot as she had.  I remember another time where she hid behind the office chair.  She was at just the right angle that I could not see her unless I got on the floor.  She found that time quite amusing as well.
Elyse’s other game of choice was Sardines with her Aunts.  We would turn out all the lights in the house leaving it pitch black.  The kind of black that you literally can’t see a thing, having to swing your arms in front of you hoping to not run into anything.  As one person hid we waited counting until the appropriate number to go on the search.  As soon as the last number was said Elyse was running down the hall on her own to find that person.  She was fearless; the dark meant nothing to her.  I still to this day do not understand how her eyes could adjust to the dark that quickly.  If you were the last one to find and hide with the original person you had to be the one to hide next turn.  When it became Elyse’s turn she had no problem finding a spot.  It usually was in my parent’s closet behind their clothes.  It was just about the cutest thing to have these two little feet sticking out being the only hint that she was there as she was quiet as a mouse!

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Goodnight Sleepy Head



We had a bedtime routine that never failed:

-Bath
-Pajamas
-Bedtime snack
-Prayer
-Read a book or two
-Crib with music playing

After her snack, whether it was fruit, pudding, or a hoho, she walked to the bathroom, climbed onto the toilet, and opened the cupboards to grab her toothbrush/toothpaste.  Ben usually brushed her teeth with her lying on his lap and when finished flashing a smile to show off her clean teeth.  As Ben and I walked into her darkened bedroom it was not long before this little figure zoomed by us collapsing onto her knees and folding her arms for prayer.  Elyse was not able to make it the entire prayer before pushing her way onto whom she wanted to put her to bed.  As prayer ended one of us quietly left the room giving Elyse a hug and kiss while closing the door behind them as the other held Elyse in their arms, turned on her music, and patted her back as she would pat yours.  Elyse would tilt her head back exposing her neck wanting you to give her kisses.  However, as you would lean in to kiss her neck she quickly looked down and giggled.  She knew how ticklish it was!  She then proceeded with giving you a kiss on the cheek, a kiss on the other cheek, and a kiss on the lips.  That usually signaled that she was ready to lie down, as we then laid her in her crib, pulled the covers over her, told her we love her, and closed the door behind us.  It was the perfect bedtime routine! 





Thursday, September 6, 2012

Hammer





We just moved into the condo on Walnut and 57th in October of 2010 and I was busy putting everything in its place.  My parents stopped by before Ben was home from work and offered to hang a few photos.  As I handed my dad the hammer and nails Elyse dug in her toy chest finding her hammer.  As he pounded the nails into the wall where needed she on the opposite wall pounded away as hard as she could.  It was so precious watching her copy cat her grandpa Turner.  Luckily her hammer was only made of rubber as she might have put a few good dents in the wall if made of anything else.