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We had a fun weekend with Eva's grammy and grampa. They traveled to our house this time which was SO nice, because have you seen the price of gas lately?

And also: Happy St. Patrick's day! Eva and I are celebrating by putting lots of green food coloring into everything we eat and drink today. And there are some Thin Mints and Vanilla ice cream in the freezer, just begging to be made into a "Mama" version of a Shamrock Shake. We'll see how much room Eva's got left after dinner. (We told her she could have an extra green beer tonight.)

Oh, but I kid. Except about the Shamrock Shakes. I never kid about ice cream.

We're an Apple household.

Mike's been working on a big project for work this week, and he's been doing a LOT of work from home. When that happens, he usually brings the "big" computer (the one that won't fit on your lap) down from upstairs and works at the kitchen table.

Eva loves when this happens, because I let her watch her favorite Sesame Street clips (gotta love YouTube) on the big screen. I took this yesterday because for Mike a picture with Eva and a Mac in it is pretty much the equivalent of a photo of both his children. I won't be surprised if it goes in his wallet.

Play Date

The first thing Eva said to me as we left to go home was "Evie's getting so grown up!" I guess she heard that a lot during the course of the day.

(She's up there in the pigtails...the only girl, surrounded by boys. We all live in the same neighborhood. Someday she will be their leader.)

Reunited

The first time Eva learned about experiencing the scent of something and giving it a name, she smelled something minty. And now, months and months later, whenever we ask her what something smells like her answer is always "Minty!"

Yesterday, I gave her blanket ("Blankie") and ducky ("Ducka") a bath (threw them in the washing machine). When I brought them back upstairs to her, clean and still warm from the dryer, I said "Here you go! Blankie and Ducka are all clean and fluffy and they smell so good!"

She then spent five minutes snuggling and sniffing Ducka and saying "That's a minty duck!"

***Sorry for my absence yesterday...I was feeling under the weather, and posting here did not seem quite as appealing as laying on the couch. Sorry. Nothing personal.

We're Back!

Eva's finally feeling better (she mostly slept through the night!), we are the proud owners of a new (used) microwave—with awesome Winnie the Pooh stickers, thanks Mira—AND our internet connection is fixed! Life is good.

Squeaky Clean

Have a great weekend, everyone! Hopefully I’ll be back online by Monday. (We need a new modem … and we’ve got one on the way from Mike’s sister. Thanks Sarah!)

Combing Ducka’s Hair

PS: Does anyone have an extra microwave they’re looking to get rid of? Ours died. Sad.

PPS: The other night, Eva overheard us discussing a commercial for “Mango Crusted Dynamite Shrimp” (I can’t remember what restaurant is serving this concoction, but any dish with the word Dynamite in its name is AWESOME!), and now she walks around saying “mango-custed-dy-mite-shimp!” and giggling.

Keeping on the Sunny Side...

Hello all. I’m posting this via a third party, because our internet: she done broke. So…keep on reading and keep on commenting. Just, well, just don’t be looking for an immediate response from me. Sorry. I’m ever so sorry. And I promise whenever we figure out which combination of wires, key commands, and dance moves our internet connection likes best, I’ll be back. Don’t have too much fun without me.

Anyhoo. On to the posting:

We have a sick kid at home. Poor thing. She coughs; and she snots; and she really, really, can’t sleep. If it weren’t for the lack of any kind of fever (so far), I’d really be worried. So there’s that. But her poor little voice is hoarse from all the coughing, and her nose and eyes are perpetually runny. Needless to say, I think we won’t be going to Story Time this week, which will be heartbreaking for Eva (and kind of me, too). Maybe I’ll blow some bubbles for her, though my one little bubble wand will probably be a letdown after the Spectacular Bubble Machine of Story Time.

Sorry. Where was I?

Lately, Eva’s been asking to listen to the Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack (Remember that movie? It’s a good one.), and she particularly likes the song “Keep on the Sunny Side.” Which all adds up to the fact that I have a sick toddler shuffling around the house, singing in her little hoarse voice, “Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side.” Which just seems so sad, somehow.

Poor baby.

Baby Face

For those of you who don't know him, Mike is a "bit lazy" about shaving his face. He frequently lets his beard grow out for a couple weeks before he can't stand the itching anymore and he shaves it all off in a flurry of shaving cream and facial hair. Which is what happened Sunday night.

When Eva woke up yesterday morning she was greeted by a freshly-shaved Daddy. And the difference must have been quite striking for her, because she spent a good part of breakfast talking about Daddy's whiskers.

And, apparently, Eva prefers her daddy with a beard, because at lunch (many hours later) we had this conversation:

Eva: Daddy's whiskers.
Mama: What about Daddy's whiskers?
Eva: They're all gone.
Mama: Yep, he shaved them off, didn't he?
Eva: Get some more!

Aaaaand she's a teenager.

Last Thursday, I babysat Rowan and his older sister Adeline. Adeline brought a couple little toy cell phones with her, and Eva (who LOVES phones) latched on to one of them. She pretty much ignored Rowan and Adeline (which is a shame, you can hear them having lots of fun in the background), opting instead to wander around in her own little world "talking" on the phone. I captured one small moment of her HOUR LONG phone conversation.