Lately, Eva's been revisiting her old favorite hairstyle: the row of barrettes. And her little brother sees no reason why he shouldn't sport his own set...although he insists on calling them headbands.
You guys. Eva wrote a story. (Well, technically, Eva dictated a story. I wrote it down.) It is currently in editing, and she's still developing the illustrations (while we wait for the Bare Book we ordered to arrive), but I can tell you when it's done it is going to knock your socks off. She tells me this book is the first in a series of five (she has all the titles decided,) and there's already been talk around our house of a possible movie deal.
I know. You're all dying to read it. But you must try to be patient, try to be strong. This book will be worth the wait.
To help tide you over, the author has given me permission to share a small excerpt from her forthcoming volume...so without further ado, I give you
Fancy Kitty and the Giant [an excerpt] by, Eva Marie Paulus
... Fancy Kitty locked all the doors of her house. The giant tried to unlock them, but he couldn't. He tried again and again, but there was still no unlocking. So the giant ran off to tell his family what was happening. He said, "I can't unlock the doors of a kitty's house." His family said, "Sounds like you need help--we've got the key!" So they ran off to unlock the doors. They tried and tried and tried and tried, but they couldn't, because they had the WRONG KEY! "We need to call some other giants!" they said. Soon, more and more and more giants came--eight giants! Nine giants! TEN giants! ...
Our little Sully turns two this week...and he's managed to end up with three separate celebrations, all within a week's time! This past weekend, we celebrated with Grammy and Grampa, and my brother and his family. Sully-man played with his cousins, opened some presents, and devoured his cake and ice cream. All in all, it was a perfect way to ring in a birthday week...and now he's walking around muttering "Habee boosday habee boosday to Suwwy."
(Birthday cake is best when eaten with your hands.)
This week, Eva started a clay class (twice a week through parks and rec), which has been really nice for all of us. She loves her class (and her teacher) "so much, Mama!" And I love that while she's off making clay bowls and little clay birdies:
I get to enjoy some quality park and playground time with this little man: