Just a couple "Eva stories" from the past week that I don't want to forget...so I can bring them up again when she's 14 and needs a good embarrassing.
The scene I found when I walked into the bathroom yesterday. I'm still not entirely certain what was going on.
:: O N E :: At the wedding we attended last weekend, there was a small...um...situation involving Eva eating an entire bowl of fruit, a couple chicken nuggets, some potatoes, cheese and crackers, a glass of milk, and wedding cake, then dancing like crazy, followed closely by chugging a large glass of water. Let's just say we made things MUCH easier on the hotel staff by making it across the room to the area rug, rather than re-visiting her piece of wedding cake in the middle of the dance floor.
Later, after I'd cleaned my daughter, her dress, the shirt under her dress, her tights, AND her shoes, she gave me a kiss and a big hug and said "Thank you for catching my throw-up in your hands, Mama."
:: T W O :: Earlier this week, Eva was outside playing in the snow. I suddenly heard her calling (loudly, urgently) through the sliding glass door. I hurried to open the door, and I found her standing there, holding her little mittened hands cupped together out in front of her. She proudly announced "Look Mama! Look at my acorns!"
...then opened her hands to show me a pile of carefully collected rabbit turds.
Happy weekend, everyone!