Time For A Trip

Since it's that time of the year (Kelly Family vacay to Martha's Vineyard!), I had to look back at my chubby cheeked baby girl from two years ago on her first Vineyard trip. She was about 9 months old. Can't wait to get some new pictures from her third trip over! Watch out Martha's Vineyard, Eliza is about to step onto your island. :)

Did You Know?

Did you know that at two and a half, you can transform from "baby" to "big girl" within hours, or even minutes? I've recently found this out.

At this age if you refuse to sleep without your binky, it's ok because you are still a "baby". But when that sleep is up, you better believe said "baby can become a "big girl" faster than you can say "Map!" or "Backpack!" if there's something he or she wants. Eliza is adamant that she is still a "tiny baby" when she wants that darn binky. She lets us know that it is ok because of this fact. However, if she wants candy, wants to watch a movie, listen to hip hop, use my camera, use scissors, use the phone, not use her stroller, or not sit in a grocery cart, instantly she is a "big girl".

"I don't WANT to go in my stroller! I can walk! I am a big girl!"
"I thought you were a tiny baby Eliza? You told me that before your nap so you could have your binky."
"Well, when it's time to go to sleep, I'm still a tiny baby. But right now I am a big girl so I want to walk!"

Conversations With "Friends"

For the past couple of weeks, Eliza has started having very important conversations with her "friends". If I ask her who she is talking to, she'll tell me (and give names of her real life friends) and say that "They are right here mom!" "I'm telling them to help me build a tower!" The other day she was in her room and was telling some of her friends to follow her downstairs. Today in the car I asked her who she was talking to and she told me that she was talking to her friends that were right there in the car with her. It's hilarious. She does have real friends though, I promise! And we do a lot of socializing with children her age, so I'm hoping there isn't some deeper meaning behind this like I don't get her out enough or something! Ha ha

How To Make Cookies?

Today Eliza was looking through an old kid's cookbook from when I was a little girl. She said to my mom, "I know how to make cookies with my mommy!" My mom asked her what you do to make cookies and Eliza replied "I just sit at the table and wait for them!" She truly could not have been more proud with her response and her obvious contribution towards cookie making.

Fourth of July Parade and Fun!

Fourth of July morning we took Eliza to the Halifax parade. It wasn't as great as the Plymouth Parade, but since the Plymouth one was canceled, we decided to stay in our town. Eliza had a blast and of course had to wave at every person/float that went by. If they did not see her or wave back, she got extremely concerned and would discuss it with us until a new person/float went back and waved to her. She was really caught up with a horse that happened to poop on the road right in front of her. She could not get over that or the woman that followed behind and proceeded to pick it up with a shovel. It must have been one of the funniest things that she has seen. After the parade we met up with Val and Martin and the kids and went to some events in the center of town. She got to ride a pony, have a blue raspberry slush puppy (she would not rip her paws off of it), and try out some hula hooping. I have to say, she's getting darn good at the hula hoop!

Happy Fourth of July!

We went to the Halifax fire works with Val and Martin and their kids, Adam and Andi. Eliza went for a later nap so that she would be somewhat less of a cranky monster come 9:00 for the big show. We got the kids all bundled up in their strollers and got ourselves equipped with blankets and snacks, snacks, and more snacks. Eliza was mesmerized by the children with all of their cool "light thingys" and so of course we had to buy her one. Both she and Adam had a blast for about 20 minutes of just running around and playing swords with their light thingys.



Then we got the kids settled on the blankets when the first firework came on. How cozy and fun - Daddy, Mommy, and Eliza on the blanket enjoying the fireworks. Ummm, nope! After the first loud bang of the fireworks, she had enough. She was hysterically crying louder and harder than I have ever heard her (which then caused poor Adam to start crying) and we had to block her ears for her. Even still, she was not having it. She was crying and screaming "Get me out of here!!" over and over. We thought that maybe she would relax once we clapped and showed her that kids all around were enjoying it. And again, nope. We had to pack up our supplies in a flash (while still trying to hold her ears) and get ourselves out of there. While making the mad dash for the exit we only stepped on a few blankets and felt the need to apologize for our hysterical child. Ahhhh, Happy Fourth! Oh, and once she was "safe" in the car away from seeing or hearing the loud fireworks, Eliza said, "I don't want to ever go to the fireworks again until I am bigger! I wish we went to the Red Sox game instead!". Not sure why she thought that was ever an option for that night. :)

Bed Head

I have to really smile when I go in to get Eliza from her long and restful nap and she is lounging there with her hair in little sweaty curls. Though she is pushing three, the hair is still minimal. But when it is humid or she is hot, the little ringlets really stand out.