This weekend we went to yet ANOTHER wedding. It was Eva's fourth wedding this summer, and she's got the routine down now. As we drove to my parents' house on Friday, she jabbered on and on about how she was going to eat cake and dance and eat cake. (What can I say? She's my kid.)
This wedding was something new for her, however, because my cousin married a Vietnamese man and that meant the day was filled with many Vietnamese traditions. Including...a dragon dance at the reception! Eva was in awe. (Actually, I think we all were.)
And of course she got some dancing in. Here's Eva boogie-ing down with her Auntie Alix:
I hope your weekend was just as fun, dragon dance or not!
When it comes to animals, pets especially, Mike and I definitely don't see eye to eye. I'm a soft touch and want to bring home every animal I come across, whereas Mike immediately begins figuring how large that animal's poop is...and he also figures that he'll likely be the one cleaning up said poop.
So far, I've managed to talk him into two cats (who are the bane of his existence) and a fish, which was Eva's birthday present. (You should also know that the only reason we have a fish instead of a hamster is that for some reason Mike's vote counted more than mine. Hmph.)
Yesterday morning, Eva left her water cup at Kohl's. When she woke up from her nap, I told her that someone had found her cup and we needed to go pick it up...then we had this conversation:
Eva: Kohl's is by the pet store! Mama: That's right Eva. Good memory. Eva: Maybe we can go to the pet store after Kohl's. Mama: Good idea! That sounds like fun! Eva: Not Daddy. Mama: Not Daddy? Eva: Just Evie and Mama. Mama: Ok, well, Daddy said he's going to cut the lawn tonight, so Eva and Mama can go to Kohl's and the pet store while he does that. Eva: And we can get another fish! Mama: Another fish? Eva:Ducky Pip Daisy Fish needs a friend. Mama: That's my girl.
(It should be noted, however, that while we stopped and visited EVERY animal in the pet store, we came home fishless. I remained strong. Though I couldn't resist bringing home a new toy for our kitties.)
Hey! Daddy here. Last Sunday morning, a bunch of us Pauluses climbed into my parents’ pontoon and pontooned right across the lake to have breakfast at the Ike Walton Lodge. Shannon sat Eva down between her (second?) cousins (once removed?) Tanya and Andrea. And, holy moley, did the fun ensue.
Eva gets along well with her cousins, but she went nuts at breakfast. It all started when she grabbed a table tent advertising “Rueben Bites.” I’m not positive, but after discussing it with Shannon, I assume that Rueben Bites are deep-fried wads of corned beef, Swiss cheese, and maybe sauerkraut, slathered in some sort of viscous cornmeal/lard batter. Yeah—awesome.
Enough about deep-fried quasi-German sandwich nuggets. Eva opened up the cardboard table tent and immediately wrapped it around herself like it was a tube top and started laughing as if she’d been chugging Bud Light all the way across the lake. And then she decided that Tanya would look just amazing in a Rueben Bite hat. And there was more crazy, nutty giggling and guffawing. Then Eva pretty much went back and fourth between Tanya and Andrea, doing one hilarious thing after another, having an absolute blast. It was great.
This was the first time I really saw her interact with other kids, all on her own. She usually just plays near other kids or stands next to them, asking rhetorical questions about what the heck they’re doing, exactly. So this was seriously one of the coolest things I’ve seen her do.
I’m so proud of my little Rueben Bite tube top-wearin’ cutie.