everything nicole

Relaunch

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

Field Trip

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: 



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Waffle Sunday

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Really Enjoying Her Ice Cream Sandwich

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Really Enjoying Her Ice Cream Sandwich

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All Banged Up

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. 

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ps - cowlicks are a bitch. 

Randy's Quote of the Day

"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

It Snowed Yesterday

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Smarty Pants

After discussing our many miscommunications of the morning (we were both tired & a little off), Randy decided that it's because I don't make myself clear [read: it's my fault and has nothing to do with his fantastic communication skills]. 
Being a man who knows how to stay married, however, he quickly added, "It's not your fault, though.  You're smart and extremely smart people just talk on a different level."  Hmmm. . .
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My Sweet Little Valentines

Dooce writes a monthly letter to her daughter Leta, who also recently turned five.  Although most of the blogging world has probably already read her most recent letter, I have to point it out.  What she writes so clearly explains how I feel about my beautiful daughters, and probably how most mothers feel about their children. 

You have changed so much since that first morning you spent with us, a morning that altered my life so drastically that sometimes it still feels like I'm catching my breath. I imagine that I won't ever stop feeling this way, won't ever stop having a portion of my brain dedicated to the thought of where you are and what you're doing, won't ever be able to escape the constant, nagging hope that you are happy and fulfilled. My pulse is forever closer to the surface of my neck because of you, because of my responsibility toward you, and I can't thank you enough for the dimension that this has added to what it means to be alive.

Motherhood.  It's one wild ride.  xoxo