Update with kid on the lap

Yes, Hazel is helping update. She likes to type h. A lot. Plus, she just sits and watches for h's and then wants to type them. She would like to spell her name: hazel. Okay, I am back (you don't realize it but that took like three minutes. In my impatience, that is a really long time, and it was probably 30 seconds). Now she would like to spell my name: mom. Okay. Pictures. ***Okay, I still can't use Google Chrome to update, lame.***
Hazel wanted "tiger ears" one day. This was the best I could do.

And here is the ferocious face to go with the tiger ears. I hope this picture doesn't upload blurry. It isn't blurry on my computer, but it is on the preview. Aaaahhhh...stream of conscious blogging.

We had to take many pictures with stars on our faces. Luckily, I remembered to remove them in the car before I went in to work.

Here Hazel is being a T-Rex (easier to spell). You can tell because of the short arms.

Hazel loves the dogs. They tolerate her. But, since Triscuit has been sick rules have been flying out the door. He is allowed on the couch now and any treats he will eat, he can have. So, the relationships are getting better. Nacho even shook Hazel's hand. This is huge.

Love of dogs aside, Hazel really wants a cat. But, alas, Geoff is deathly allergic. So, she decided her potato heads are cats. "Potato Cats". The other day she lined them up, with Charlie (the invisible cat) and had them all watch her ballet. The goggles, I have no idea what is going on with those.

Okay, so we have this weird hole thing in our floor. It has wood that goes over it but you can just lift them up and then there is a hole to the floor joists. Hazel is fascinated with this. As well she should be. Oh, apparently THIS is where she gets it from...

We have extra Triscuit pictures lately.

Hazel wanted to pose with Triscuit. They are being lions. Or tigers. Or maybe even, bears. Who knows.

Fancy dress. Pouty girl. We got this dress at the Costco, because I am lame and apparently that is the only place I shop. Anyway, it was a toss-up between this one and an awesome purple one with green edging (which I loved, but Hazel got to choose). She has worn it at least part of every day since then. If they had the purple one at our Costco (not just Bountiful) I would totally get it too.

So, here is my tear-jerking story of the day. I heard Hazel in her room this morning, when she was first waking up, she was milling around and then I heard her talking. So, I went and spied on her through the doorknob hole* and she was holding Triscuit on her lap, much like this (cont'd after the picture):

and talking to him. She said, "Triscuit, I know you are sick and you are going to die. But, I love you very much and I am going to miss you." And then I sat at the doorknob hole and cried. I didn't think she really knew what was going on, or that she would be upset. I was wrong. I think this is harder on all of us than we would care to admit. It was very touching and very sweet and absolutely heart-wrenching. It chokes me up to just think about it. And just now she asked if we could check on Triscuit because, "He is sick."

* because I live in a house of horrors and we don't even have doorknobs.

Pictures!

Okay, I think the picture problem was something with Google Chrome. Which is weird because I use Blogger to update my website (or "blog") and it is run by Google. Who also controls the universe. So, I am using IE today and it worked fine. Of course, it could have been something wrong with all of Blogger and it might work today. But, alas, I am too lazy to test any theories. I will try it next time. Chrome is a great little browser, I would highly recommend it, except for my snafu the other day.

And pictures.
Hazel's birthday party: The fabulous cake that I made for her. I foresee many New Year's Eves to come I will spend making some sort of fancy cake. Which reminds me, I need to return the pan to Julie. I am sure she has been wanted to make doll cakes and couldn't, because I have the pan.

The birthday girl in her crown. I bought (not enough, but all the store had) crowns for the party and then a giant bag of rhinestones, and then double-stick taped the back of the jewels. The crowns and jewels and other things to stick, seemed to be a hit. Hazel still has her crown and wears it regularly.

Not as much as she wears the dress, however. She loves the princess dress. If I wasn't so busy, I would make her another one (one not so....Made-in-China-y). That way we could actually wash one while she wears the other.

Hazel and Geoff made a snowman and a snowdog the other day.

The snowman later collapsed on the snowdog. (the wreckage is not shown)

Rockin' the side ponytail and twirling.

Hazel started ballet. Which she loves. It is just community ed ballet, nothing fancy. But she is only three and she loves it. They even get to have a little recital at the end. Anyway, she looks adorable in her little ballet outfit. Geoff even managed to get her unruly hair up in a ponytail.

Ignore the messy house behind her (seriously, could Geoff not find a plain wall for her to stand in front of? I don't like my mess broadcast to the world, or my mom!).

Hazel has become quite the computer addict. I am now limiting her computer time as well as her TV time. I don't know about Geoff, however. Wait, I do know. He doesn't limit any one's computer time. His or Hazel's.

Finally a stinkin' update

So, life has been crazy lately. I mean, it is always a little hectic but it seems a little unreasonably so lately. I realize so people have much worse lives. And then I stress about that too. My point is this, I have not updated in quite a while.

In no particular order, in the past week-ish, Hazel has:

1- Dumped a bottle of leave-in conditioner on the computer

2- Dumped a bottle of water on the computer

3- Dumped a tube of body wash (!) on the table, and chair, and herself

4- Eaten a GIANT lollypop unsupervised and got lolly-goo everywhere

5- Peed in her "hot house" (bunch of chairs with a blanket over them ) hot+pee=not great

6- Been obsessed with Triscuit dying 

7- Started ballet

8-Played endless hours on the computer, she can close our windows and start her games all by herself (not great)

9- Worn her princess dress pretty much every day

Okay so I can't upload pictures and that is lame. Blogger is giving me an error and Geoff is at the old house working on the basement (yeah, we still need renters, anyone interested??) so he can't fix it and thus I give up. I am going to work on the dresses I promised Hazel.

I will update with pictures later. 

Blah.

New Year.

Okay, so I haven't posted in awhile and here are my excuses.

1- Many holidays, including a princess party (details to follow)

2- Work. Which has been not great, and crazy, crazy busy. I mean it is not bad, I have a job that I like but there were some issues and blah blah blah.

3- I have been working on Hazel's 2007 yearbook. I made one for her first year of life and it was awesome and she loves it. I keep meaning to get to the other years but stuff gets in the way. But, I am determined to finish it. I just got done with August 2007. Now, I am no fancy scrapbooker (like Candi, who is the pinnacle of all that I could hope to be when it comes to documenting) but there is something nice about having actual pictures that you can touch and hold instead of just the internet. Plus, we had some archive problems and I really can't rely on pixels. Or whatever makes the internets.

And, not an excuse, but a sad note. Our little dog Triscuit has been losing weight and we took him to the (on-call) vet last month and she said that old dogs (he is 9) sometimes lose weight and it is fine. Except it is not. So, I called today and Geoff took him to the REAL vet and they ran tests and took x-rays and it turns out he is in kidney failure. As in they gave us 6 (SIX!) cans of food and said if something happens before he eats all of them to bring them back for a refund. He is still happy and energetic so there is nothing to be done except feed him special food and an antibiotic (I think) to help him gain some weight. If he can gain some weight he may live a little longer. And if he doesn't and starts to get sad or uncomfortable or something we are supposed to take him in so they can put him down. The vet (who we love for good reason) even got a little choked up about when bad things happen to dogs who he has taken care of since they were puppies.

So, it is a crappy day. I don't want to explain this to Hazel.

The end