Hi Everyone! Sorry for my late post today. Mike took the week between Christmas and New Year's off from work...and we found out yesterday evening that he and his co-workers have been given a surprise two days off this week, so he's found himself suddenly on vacation.
And, because I'm very concerned with fairness, I've decided that I'm on vacation too. And I kind of forgot that I should probably give you all a heads up before just disappearing for a week. (Sorry, Mom.) I'm sure I'll share a picture or two here and there, but for the most part I probably won't be posting until after Christmas. (We'll be traveling. A lot.)
So, Happy Days to you all--wherever you are, and whatever you're celebrating. I hope you get just what you're wishing for this season, and that you all enjoy a peaceful, joyful finish to 2008.
Be Well!
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Not sure Ronald would appreciate this one.
Yesterday, Eva and I stopped at the grocery store just before lunch, and we brought home a bag of frozen french fries. (They looked good. And we were shopping hungry. Oh well.) I threw a few in the oven when we got home and we had a "treat" as part of our (otherwise very healthy, I swear) lunch.
As expected, Eva was quite taken with her french fries (she's had plenty of tater tots alongside her fish sticks, but we don't usually buy the french fries), and she suddenly burst out "Now WE have some!"
"Huh?" I asked. "What do we have, sweetie?"
"French fries!" she yelled. "Just like the ones we got at Old McDonalds!"
And the potty training continues. Except not really.
Eva: Evie's going to poop.
Mama: Ok. Thanks for telling me. Let's go on the potty!
Eva: No. A diaper will be fine.
(An actual conversation. I kid you not. I have absolutely no idea how I'm going to potty train this kid.)
Much Better
Well, I didn't stay in my jammies all weekend, but there WERE pancakes!
And we made a special trip...to see this guy:
Eva was a little shy (mostly because I told her he'd be in a house like last year, but when we got out of our car he was standing right in front of us--I don't think she was ready for that), but she warmed up pretty quickly and gave both Santa and Mrs. Claus big, big smiles.
I was so proud of her--she answered all his questions (albeit quietly), and she remembered to say please when she told him what she wanted for Christmas (a ducky, a kitty, and a dollhouse). Santa was so sweet to her...he told her that such polite little girls make Christmas good for Santa.
On our way back to the car (after we had some popcorn and hot chocolate), Eva wanted to go say goodbye to Santa (which would have been about the fourth time she talked to him that day), but she settled for waving to him. Personally, I think she was hoping to score another candy cane.
Ah...Finally.
Do you know what today is? It's the beginning of our first weekend at home (without guests) in EIGHT WEEKS! I'm giving serious consideration to the thought of wearing my pajamas all weekend. And there are definitely pancakes in my future.
One of Those Weeks
I'm not sure if it's because Winter's already getting to us (stuck in the house, blech), if all of our weekend traveling has had some effect, or if it's just part of what seems to be our natural rhythm, but Eva and I have been on each others' nerves this week. I've spent a lot of time wishing my little chatterbox had an off switch (or at least a mute button). And she's been trying to figure out why Mama doesn't want to sit on the floor and play with Ducky all day long.
Needless to say, we've both been very relieved when Daddy gets home in the evenings.
Daddy Went to Play Group!
Yesterday morning, when Eva remembered that her daddy was coming with us to her class, she squealed and squealed. When we walked into class, she immediately told her teacher "Evie's daddy came!"
Excited doesn't begin to cover it.
(They got to play instruments along to "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer." Eva had trouble narrowing down her selection...)
Another Party!
Last weekend, we packed up our stuff and traveled to the cities...for Sebastian's first birthday party!(Sebastian is Eva's cousin, for those who may not know.) Eva was pretty excited to go to Grammy and Grampa's house...she threw a bunch of her toys and books in this bin, climbed on top, and declared she was all ready to go:
Saturday evening we all headed to a pizza restaurant to celebrate Sebastian's birthday. The party was lots of fun--there were about 63 little one-year-olds running around, which was an adorable sight to see. Naturally, my camera batteries died just as we all gathered around to watch Sebastian dig into his first piece of cake ever (actually, his first taste of sugar ever!), so I don't have many pictures to share. Luckily, his mama's got that covered: head on over to Blauggie if you're dying to see some party pictures.
I did manage to document this moment, however...here's Eva and her cousin IN THE SAME PICTURE! Usually, Eva does what she can to ignore his existence (it's pretty much been that way since the beginning), but it seems she's slowly deciding he's maybe not so bad. I mean, she did get to eat lots of cake thanks to him (note her "cake belly"). That's something...
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