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Tough Guy

Eva's daddy is teaching her how to say "You want a piece of me??" when they have tickling matches. So far she says "Pees me?" And then she giggles. Which kind of cuts down on her intimidation factor. The look, however, she's got down pat:

We Went to A Party...

...at my Auntie Jan's house (It was awesome! It was an engagement party for my cousin Hope--Jan's daughter--and her fiance Lam, who's Vietnamese. Apparently, it's Vietnamese custom for the groom's family to present the bride's family with gifts--fruit, tea, wine, and cakes--in these beautiful, elaborate dishes, and we had a front row seat as Lam's family filed in the door and presented their gifts. There was a formal introduction of all the family members, a mutual acceptation of new daughters/sons-in-law, and then Lam got down on one knee and presented Hope with a ring. It was all so, so cool! Especially the part where we dug into a gigantic platter of egg rolls, made fresh the night before by Hope and Lam.), and after a nap and four pieces of cake, Eva mastered The Straw. Juice boxes everywhere, Beware. (PS: That's Eva's Great Auntie Jan up there in that picture. Eva calls her "Jammies.")

A Snack While She Reads the Mail

Have a great weekend everyone!

Nigh-Night

And, a bonus, because you're all being so patient with me...a photo Eva took all by herself:

Eva Loves the Tub.

Uninspired. And Tired. (Which Rhymes.)

So last week kind of sucked. Between the plague, Mike having a bunch of evening meetings, and Eva's new-found love of clinging to my leg at all times, things just didn't seem to get done around the Paulus house.

So this week I'm playing catch up. And I'm tired. And right now writing a post is not so high on my "things I'd like to do" list. (Sorry. Nothing personal. And it will pass, I swear.)

Therefore, I've decided to give myself a week off...ish. I'm still going to post a picture each day, it's just, I can't guarantee a fascinating story to go along with them.

I know, I know. Bummer, right? But the pictures! Remember the pictures! You've still got the pictures! And who knows? I might even post TWO. You know...if I feel like it.

So...talk to you next week then?

Start 'em Young, Right?

We've informed Eva that 15 months is old enough to start taking some responsibility around the house:

Lucky for us, she loves to sweep. As long as we're there to hold her hand (and the top of the broom.)

"Fweep! Fweep Da-dee. FweeEEEEEEP!"

Sorry.

It's Friday. We're tired. We'll catch up with you guys on Monday.

 

Have a good weekend, everyone!

Salutations

Daddy, here. I got one of the biggest surprises I’ve ever gotten over the phone today. I was at work talking to Shannon at home. Shannon put Eva on the phone, and—in addition to saying her new favorite phrase, “Aw nuts!”—our little daughter actually said ...

“Hi.”

Hi. I’m the first person she’s done that to, and I’m lucky as all hell.

Conversations with a One-Year-Old

Yesterday morning, when Mike went to get Eva from her crib:

Dad: Good morning Eva.
Kid: Beep.
Kid: ...Awwww nuts!

Fin.

You wish you had a toddler too, don't you?