Yesterday morning we finally took Eva for her five-year-old check up. She knew, going in, that she'd be receiving a couple shots, and she was a little nervous about it. I talked to her quite a bit beforehand about how I'd be right there, and she could squeeze my hands if it hurt, and that before she knew it, it would be all over. We'd weather it together.
When the time came, as Eva squeezed my hands for all she was worth, I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. Because as the nurse administered her pokes, my girlie opened her mouth and squealed "EEEEEEEEK!" The actual word "eek."
I think maybe it's time to lay off the Halloween books a bit...
(At least she scored some awesome sparkly band-aids.)
On Friday night, Eva and I finished reading Charlotte's Web together. We've been slowly working our way through it for a few weeks now, and (though I'm sure there are whole passages that went right over her head) Eva really loved the book. Charlotte's Web was a favorite of mine when I was young--I've read it many MANY times, and I was so thrilled to read from my own tattered childhood copy as I shared this story with my daughter. And I was even more thrilled that she seems to love the story as much as I did. Do.
This was the first "long" chapter book I've shared with her (from my childhood favorites) that we've read together cover to cover. We've read passages of Little House in the Big Woods, and quite a few chapters of Ramona the Pest, but we always seem to get sidetracked. After a while, she'll gravitate back toward her picture books or one of her own beloved chapter books.
But this time around, I pushed it a little. I made sure we finished the story--the whole story--together, because on Saturday afternoon our local children's theater was presenting their version of Charlotte's Web, on stage. And we intended to be there.
So on Friday night we read, just a little later than we normally would have, and we finished that book (miraculously, I managed to read the ending through my sentimental tears) just in time. And on Saturday, Mike, Eva, and I headed off to the show.
It was such a pleasure to watch Eva as she watched the play, and I loved very much the times she leaned over to me to ask about parts from the book that had been left out of the script--she HAD been paying attention as I read. She was tucked inside Wilbur and Charlotte's barnyard right along with me...and that, right there, is one of those parenting moments I've dreamed about.
Yeah. It was a good show.
(Since Saturday, Eva's talked either Mike or me or her Grammy into performing no less than four complete run-throughs of her own version of the story. She's always Charlotte.)
Our Family Resource Center (where Sully attends a play group class) has a toy lending library, and once in a while I let the kids choose a toy or bag of books to borrow for a while. Yesterday, after his class, I told Sully he could bring something home, and he chose a gigantic bin labeled "Vehicles."
Which I thought was just an excellent choice, because if there's one thing our home is lacking, it's piles and piles of things with wheels. (Sarcasm. That was sarcasm right there.)