I know it's been a loooong while, but some things just have to be shared:
Bridgie & Gracie are playing house.
Bridgie: I can be the daddy, because I speak boy speak.
xoxo
Bridgie, always aware of the latest in pop music was just singing Katy Perry's, "California Gurls."
"Lalala Zucchinis on top..."
xoxo
I just discovered this in the notes section on my phone:
BRIJIT NCUL GLANCY!!!!!!!!!!! waw you did a grate job klieg up the ofis. I thick you rnu a kwodr uor to.
Here's what I think Gracie was saying:
Bridget Nicole Glancy!!!!!!!!! Wow. You did a great job cleaning up the office. I think you earned a quarter or two.
We're sitting here watching the Super X Women's Finals at the X Games on tv. Each time that I mention that the competitors must hate their mamas for putting their lives in such danger, Bridgie tells me that she "wanna do that." I'm sure it karma for those times I had a glass (or two) of wine while nursing. MOTY Xoxo
While helping Randy rotate tires:
R: See, Gracie now you can change the tires on your car when you get older.
Grace: No, daddy. That's what my husband will do.
R: Well, what if you don't have a husband?
G: (like, well duh) Then I won't have a car.
Xoxo
Ps - so many other things to blog about, I'll try and do this more than once a year!
I was talking to a friend about switching blog platforms. Almost four years ago I switched from Blogger to Typepad. I switched because I wanted my blog to host my pictures, while Blogger contracts it out to a second site. I really don't have much of an opinion on the two, it's just what worked for me at the time.
It got me wondering if my Blogger blog was still active. And it is! Take a stroll down memory lane, there's some good ones in there. What you may have noticed is not still active is my domain name (everythingnicole.com). Through a paperwork mix up, I've lost ownership of that name & must now be reached at everythingnicole.typepad.com. Hope your fingers can handle the typing! I'm working on reclaiming it, just to make things a little easier on you, my dear reader(s?). xoxo
It turns out my kid is smart. GracieGirl is kind of rocking this
whole kindergarten thing. She can read or sound out most simple words
and is loving math. So when word of the Science Fair came around
school, she wanted to do it. And how could I do anything BUT encourage
my budding little genius? Apparently, Mama is the one who has a lot to
learn about this whole kindergarten business. We got the Science Fair
Project Guidelines three weeks before it was due. It was three pages long single spaced. (Don't believe me? I even took pictures). It even included a two-sided "Research Paper Form" for the student (who is SIX) to fill out. Since it took about an hour for my super-genius kindergartner to fill out the title with a pencil, I decided to have her type the research paper. I wasn't sure how much she would learn from a project requiring 3 full pages of instructions, so I decided some computer skills would be a good lesson.
One of the girls' Christmas presents was a Butterfly kit,
and I thought, "Cool, I can order the caterpillars for the project."
The website even had ideas on how to use your caterpillars for a
Science project. We decided to find out how sunlight affects a caterpillar’s growth. We
were shipped two jars of caterpillars and put one in a windowsill and
one in a shady spot in Gracie's room. Then every day for a week I
would draw a line as long as one of the caterpillars & Gracie would
measure it. (Learning about measurement = another thing learned!)
As a former teacher I really wanted GracieGirl to do her own work. I'm
pretty sure I could do a pretty bitchen elementry school Science Fair
Project, but I want her to l.e.a.r.n. So tonight we painstackenly put
together my girl's project. After way too much time spent on
schoolwork, I was asking her questions about the project. I could ask
her any question about the chart that she had filled in or which
caterpilars grew bigger & she knew the answer. I was pretty proud
of my girl. Then I asked her to summarize (I didn't want there to be
any question as to who did this elaborate project. This was HER work),
"Do caterpillars grow better in the shade or dark?"
"In the dark," she answered, which was the exact opposite of the heavily padded information we'd collected.
You could see gaskets blowing outta my ears. It was getting late (almost 6:30pm). I was tired. She was done. And yet I pressed on, "Are you sure? Which ones grew bigger?"
That's when she pulled the whole, "Well, I thought this was my project, not yours."
Oh no she di-n't.
I may have stomped off with the project. I may have said something about fine, if it's mine, then I'm keeping it. I may have apologized profusely later. I may have gone in her room just now to pet & kiss her pretty sleeping head.
But, damn, how did she know my biggest fear? And what am I going to
do when she's a teenager and discovers my biggest fears of her
repeating all of the same mistakes I made? Hopefully I'll handle it
with a little more grace than I did tonight. And if those times turn out half as good as her science project did, then it's all gonna be okay.
xoxo
At the market today, Bridgie discovered the mouse traps. To which she replied, "Aww, cute! Hug 'em." xoxo
The first week of November is already on it's way out. Which means the Birth Month of Nicole is one quarter over (!!!). This month is extra special. How could it get more special than the celebration of the Great and Wonderful Nicole? This month I get to share the celebration with the birth of my new baby niece and there is no one I'd rather share the month with. My brother's daughter, Kyleigh Marie is expected to make her debut any day now, but I'm hoping she holds out until the 21st (the actual day of my birth). I know her mama just loves the thought of being overdue, but it would make a perfect birthday present (for me me me)! In case you couldn't tell, I just can't wait to meet this sweet girl. She is going to be absolutely perfect, she is related to me after all!!
Apparently, it's that time of year when I get all me me me, it's all about me! I would like to remind you that my birthday is merely a preview for Christmas (you know, the birth of Christ) (oh boy, I'm going to hell). And in the spirit of Christmas I've already ordered my Christmas cards. Since I'm so on top of it now, I'll probably be making a Toy's R Us run at midnight on December 24th and be awake all that night wrapping presents. Wish me luck! xoxo
GracieGirl: I don't wanna take a bath. Why do I have to take a bath?
N: Because if you don't wash your body it will rot off of you.
MOTYxoxo
"Gracie, where's Randy?"
"He's still inside. We both had to take a dump."
Xoxo
I've been looking forward to tonight's dinner ever since my dad brought me some of the salmon that he'd caught in Oregon. Since I'm selfish & wanted to keep the salmon where it would be appreciated (my stomach), I decided to make just enough for myself and Randy. Chicken nuggets were on the girls' menu & they couldn't be happier.
As I was getting dinner ready, Randy mentioned that, "Wouldn't it be easier to feed the girls now & then eat the yummy [he might not have said yummy] salmon after they went to bed?" They do sometimes interrupt dinner just a bit. But oh, no. I insisted that we need to eat together as a family and blah blah blah it's good for our children, or something.
True to form, the little darlings finished dinner before we were half way through savoring our meal. We sent them into the bathroom to wash their hands & hoped we could buy ourselves a few more minutes of peace with the ever-lovin' boob tube. Which is when Bridgie came back to tell us that she'd peed her pants (oh yeah, we're potty training - F.U.N.). Randy got up and put our sweet baby girl in the tub & told GracieGirl to hop in. As he came back in I enjoyed a few more bites of my dinner. Which is when the crying started (oh, it gets worse. much worse). Since crying is relatively old news around here, I waited until Gracie came in shouting to see the drama. Without listening to her, I barked to "get in the tub," and ran into the bathroom.
The sight of my sweet angel baby daughter sitting there in the bath is forever burned into my brain. I came into the bathroom to be greeted by Bridgie crying and holding what can only be described as two very large logs.
This is a first for me as a mama. I even remember when Grace was a baby, talking to another mom and thinking smugly that that was something my kid would never do. Yeah. Karma's a b!*ch.
I am so thankful that Randy was home, because while I bleached the tub, he took the girls into our bathroom to clean them up.
Aannnnddd. . .it happened again in our tub. Oh yeah. Because once is not enough.
Now
the bathrooms might have needed cleaning, but really? She could have
just used a few of those words that she's so recently discovered to
tell me so.
The best part? When B asked about the root beer float for desert that had been discussed very early in the evening, Randy responded, "Uh, no. You've had a floater already." xoxo
Firefighters have died before in the line of duty and it sucks. Me,
Little Miss Proper Who Doesn't Cuss just wants to drop the F-bomb all
over the place. A word doesn't really exist to explain the horror that
comes from a man giving his life to keep others safe. This time
though, it has hit too close to home. Arnie
was a friend of Randy's. His career followed a similar path to
Randy's. He was married to a sweet school teacher who is pregnant with
their first baby.
I feel funny writing about this, because I know
there is no way to properly explain the gravity of such an event. My
sadness comes in waves and each time it hits me I know that it is only
a billionth of what those firemen's families are feeling. I especially
identify with the wives, who don't get to hug their husbands the way I
did this morning when he came home.
This also puts a new
prospecitve on Randy's job for me. He's been hurt on the job before,
but never anything life-threatening. I've always had a shield put up,
always believed that Randy can't get hurt, that it just wasn't possible. Because for me, he can't. I don't think I could function without him.
Before
when Randy would go to work, I'd say goodbye with a kiss & send him
on his way. Now, the danger has become real. When he leaves I can
feel my chest tighten and when he comes home, I can finally relax. He
reminds me that, "life is short, we could all go tomorrow," but must we
tempt fate? I guess the moral of the story is to cherish every second
and squeeze your loves a little tighter. We don't know how lucky we
are to have them. xoxo
My sweet Baby B is turning two tomorrow. TWO! It's funny how two used to seem so old and child-like, but now I still view Bridget as my baby. I suppose she will always be looked at as the baby of the family (lucky girl), even when she's thirty (you know, old).
In true GlancyGirl fashion, we started celebrating last night with a present and cake. Always wanting to keep up with her big sister*, we got her a bicycle so she didn't have to run after GracieGirl every time Grace rode her bike.
As for the rest of her birth-week, we'll be spending it at the Happiest Place on Earth, and yes I am too excited to sleep!
You know who else was excited? Bridgie, getting her birthday bike! Something brand new! Just for her! Not a hand-me-down! Here's proof that not everything she owns used to belong to her sister:
Bridgie's 2nd from nicole glancy on Vimeo.
xoxo
*What? I didn't tell you that Gracie learned to ride a big girl bike (something we thought would never happen) all by herself while we were in Yosemite? Oh, I didn't even post pictures from Yosemite, or from the river trip after that? At least I'll have something to post about when we return!
PS- I just realized that the photo album from B's first birthday is still in the sidebar to the left. This means I am almost as good a blogger as I am a mama!
The management here at everythingnicole.com is saddened* to announce that while Nicole was on vacation, the fish swam their little hearts into heaven. We are sure that the fish have paid the ultimate price for Nicole's vacationing lifestyle and we are investigating animal cruelty action. They are survived by a very lonely cat, Bonnie and two little girls who have yet to notice that they are missing. In lieu of flowers, please donate to your local pet shelter in the name of (wait, because they were so unloved they had no names & were expected to die MONTHS ago). xoxo
*Really, though I am kinda sad that they died. I thought it would be fun to throw a birthday party for two fish that lived longer than ever thought possible while living in a martini pitcher.
I actually just uttered the words, "Gracie, we don't bark at the table." xoxo
We left this morning for Yosemite. We'll be staying in the trailer & thought it would be "fun" to bring the cat with us. Probably not our best moment.
Gracie starts kindergarten in the Fall, and I've been empty-nesting a little bit. Since we won't be having any more babies, BonnieTheCat has kind of become the baby of the family. She's also the only reason we haven't added a dog to the family (that, AND that we don't have a fence). So that's my best excuse for thinking that a cat would be a fun thing to bring on a camping trip.
We made it 7 minutes down the road before the cat pooped in the car. The first time she shat, it was mildly funny because it was on the vinyl and fairly easy to clean up. The second time was not nearly as funny. She sat down and pooped right in between the center console and the seat, where it dripped down into the seat track. This would've been a truly devastating event if it weren't for comments such as, "Mommy, what's shitting?" (This is funny because mama really rarely cusses, but this kind of called for it - "Oh crap, she's shitting again.")
We're currently taking a pit stop at my mom's to drop off the cat and clean out the car. I'm sure this trip will be nothing but smooth sailing from here!
Here's a picture of better times, when she was a kitten and would constantly bite Grace. xoxo
I think this would make a great Mother's Day gift for someone who takes endless pictures of her children, don't you? Too bad Randy's birthday is May 11. Maybe I'll get it for him (I have mentioned the weed-wacker birthday gift, haven't I?). xoxo
So, I'm just going to jump right back into it (it being blogging, that thing I used to do daily). No explanation about why I've been gone. No side note about how I've been spending my computer time searching for a dog when I don't even have a fence yet (okay, maybe one sentence).
Instead a quick comment about how GracieGirl saw some pigeons today and "one was trying to ride the other one's back!" And "did you know that dragonflies ride piggyback too?" And some day way too soon this will all make prefect sense to her.
Why can't I pause moments like that forever? Can't I just enjoy that sheer delight and utter innoscence forever? And if I can pause that one, can I also pause the one where B runs toward me with a little skip (while pumping her right arm wildly to make it a true jog). xoxo
The administration here at EverythingNicole has decided to relaunch our website. Stay tuned for a new look complete with the many exciting happenings in the life of Nicole. xoxo
GracieGirl woke up when Randy was getting ready for work the other morning (at 4:30am!!!) and sent him to work with her CareBear. I'm sure she got the idea from the commercial, and Randy played along perfectly:
xoxo
GracieGirl has been begging me for "hair straight across like Demi Lovato" ever since she saw Disney's Camp Rock. Yes, it's my fault entirely for letting her watch the movie, but I was just excited to be able to watch a movie with her that didn't include rapping puppies.
Last night during dinner Bridgie's hair was falling in her face & driving her crazy, so I grabbed my sizzors while Grace wasn't looking and cut some wispy bangs. It took Gracie until this afternoon to notice that "Ohmygosh! Bridgie has bangs!" I needed to fix the quick cut I did the night before, so I agreed to give GracieGirl the much-adored bangs. So, snip snip snip and. . .
. . .Too short. I cut them too short. But they should be pretty cute in a week or two. Or three.
xoxo
ps - cowlicks are a bitch.
"You know, I don't think I've ever cooked in our kitchen before."
(Said today. 2+ years after we've moved in.)
More cuteness to come. xoxo
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