6.13 after getting in trouble, she walked away shaking her head and said...
f: ugh! thirty one year olds...
1.13 f: mommy, i think there’s other kids that are better than we are. m: what do you mean by that? f: like some kids at church… it’s like they’re more obedienter. like, they don’t say ’no, mine. no, mine’. m: well, you could choose to be obedient too. you could come and sit down and eat nicely. f: nah. that’s okay.
1.13 f: you know what i like to do when i’m in bed and i don’t feel like reading a book? i like to pick my boogies. sometimes for like an hour or so.
1.13: mommy, now i don’t mean to hurt your feelings. but i’m not really liking this chicken salad. it’s the green stuff in it. it’s just too much to handle!
6.12 f: wait. what were we just talking about? oh yeah. let’s keep talking about how pretty my hair is.
6.12 f: mommy, you are the best woman. you are the best mommy in the whole world. you are never angry. well….. actually sometimes you are.
5.12 f: wouldn’t it be fun if you had your 3 girls and then a baby boy named jack. i really want a little one year old. m: are you forgetting about lyla? she’s 1. f: yeah, but she’s kinda crazy.
5.12 f: mommy, i’m going to be working on this project by myself, and then you are going to come over and be impressed.
3.12 m: that swimsuit is so cute on you. i wish they made it in my size. f: why don’t you just go get one on dot com!
2.12 me holding lyla m: look at these chubby legs!!! f: whose? yours?
1.3.11 f: remember when God put me in your tummy and then i went POP and was born and you fed me milk and juice out of your boobies in the hospital?
12.30.10 f: mommy, what is this? m: oatmeal, yogurt, and applesauce. f: oh silly me. i didn’t see the applesauce. my mistake.
12.29.10 m: finley. be careful with your feet. remember there’s a baby in my tummy. f: is it okay to kick you when she comes out? m: um, no. f: yeah, that’s what i thought.
12.28.10 f: Mommy! Mommy! Daddy was just standing up in the bathroom! He needs to sit on his bottom. That is not cool!
12.9.10 hugging my tummy f: ahhhhhhhh. i just love this big ol’ belly of yours.
11.14.10 first day attending sunday school, not the nursery f: i’ll just wear my pack pack on my back and walk down the stairs by myself, okay mommy? okay, i’ll just see you later. i’ll just walk home after i’m done, okay..
11.12.10 i walked in the door from my ultrasound f: is the baby still in your tummy m: yes. for a bit longer. guess what, it’s a girl. you have another sister! f: no, thats not right. i think you need to take it back and get a different one.
9.20.10 at the park trying to figure out how to climb something f: UGH!! Why can’t i figure this out? This is ridiculous!
9.18.10 m: what should we do for lunch? f: I know, let’s go to red robin! m: that sounds a little heavy for lunch. f: that’s okay. I can help you carry it.
9.7.10 points to magazine f: mommy, who’s that? m: lady gaga. she’s a singer. A minute later… f: why is gaga lady bug in her bra and unders?
8.22.10 f: daddy, you can’t dance like that. it’s INAPPROPRIATE
6.9.10 m: say goodnight to adalaide f: she going to bed in her mary basket? m: in what? f: in her mary basket! {took me a sec to figure out she meant ‘moses basket’. she just swapped out one bible character for the another}
6.5.10 upon seeing the neighbor’s sprinkler f: OH. MY. GOSH. You are buying me that!
5.22.10 to the dog barking at a lady at Costco f: that dog is NOT being kind. He is not being a good friend.
5.2.10 me holding adalaide and hugging finley… f: you so happy? m: yes.. f: God gave you your two girls! Awwwww! Thats so nice of Him.
5.1.10 picking me up from my hair appt… f: oh mommy, you look super amazing!
4.13.10 talking about heaven.. b: pops is in heaven with Jesus. f: no. Jesus is in my bible.
4.9.10 m: ewwww. please don’t drink the bath water. it’s dirty. f: yes, mommy. I need to drink it to grow strong and healthy.
3.25.10 f: oh mommy, you look so pretty. m: { wearing a hat} thank you, sweetie. that was so nice to say. f: yeah, you look like farmer in the dell.
3.22.10 f: hey! that man is the same color as my grandpa! {gray haired}
3.20.10 f: yay mommy. you do so good pumping. i’m so proud of you!
3.17.10 At bedtime we sing praise songs, ONLY PRAISE SONGS. m: what songs should we sing tonight f: how bout single ladies (beyonce) m: no…that’s not a good night song f: how bout meet me halfway (black eyed peas)
3.2.10 f: what’s that on sister’s tummy whopper? m: that’s her belly button. that part is going to fall off soon. f: i think thats poop.
2.15.10 b: what’s your full name? f: i’m finley michelle neuenschwander a minute later… f: actually, i’m finley girl!!
2.15.10 f: i know! lets go to target! m: why do you want to go to target? f: i wanna ride in the red cart. m: well, we don’t need anything from target right now. f: yes. we do. m: we do? what do we need? f: i really need some lotion. and lipstick.
1.18.10 m: you need to leave your door open. f: no, mommy. i’m doing my homework {tearing up a box}. i need quiet.
1.16.10 f: how do i look? m: you look beautiful. how do i look? f: ummmm. kinda like barney.
1.6.10 accidentally knocks her books onto the floor f: oh, sorry books. you forgive me? okay, now kiss all better.
1.4.10 flipping through her bible and reading aloud f: jesus loves me, jesus loves me, jesus loves me, jesus loves me. oh, hey joseph.
12.30.09 chatting with the checkout lady f: i’m finley michelle nooshwanda. those are my potty treats… checkout lady: wow, she is just full of information. f: {tapping on my chest} baby sister is gonna drink milk from mommy’s booooobies. checkout lady: laughs awkwardly
The mice are her very favorite. Kinda creepy, huh.
birthday treats
the birthday girl got her own special jumbo cupcake.
party favors
the world’s cutest banner that Hillary let us borrow-thanks!
luckily i captured lots of pictures of the birthday girl before the party, because once it started i basically got nothing.
she insisted on wearing her pearl necklace.
finley says, “that’s my number two. my mommy maaaaaade it. it’s so pretty mommy”. we might leave it up a little longer.
not sure who ate more treats before the party, brian or finley.
the sneaky little girl somehow managed to get her hands on these without anyone noticing. 
but it was so cute i let her have one.
for about 2 hours finley was the proud owner of a kitty. but, we had to send this gift back with grandma…
finally an excuse to wear her tutu out of the house
elena and finley. how did we not get one with sydney?!