May 2012

are there words for this ?

walking the puppies at the park

popcorn, pjs and a movie with Lilly (perfect!)

lookit me mamma - I'm riding a cow !

Conversations:

Tag's driving E to school. Earlier that morning Evelyn had made it a point to strut around with her little tiara perched on her head, proclaiming that she was a princess. A lady up ahead in traffic decided to block the lane; Tag muttered out loud in frustration, "Just move over Bimbo."
A small voice piped up brightly from the backseat, "No I not. I a Princess !"

We pass a couple boys playing basketball. "They're having fun," I comment.
Evey observes, "They playing basset bawl." Then she adds, "Basset bawl for boys. Not for girls."
"Sure, girls play basket ball!" I offer.
"No they don't. Girls play GOLFS."

Rocking her upstairs before night-night time, she suddenly snuggles up tight and wraps her arms around my neck, settling her head onto my shoulder and says, sleepily, "Happy ever after..."

"Mamma, you my Baby Cakes."

I receive a movie text on my phone while off on girls weekend in Arizona. Playing the movie, all the girls gather around me with a collective "Awwww!!!" as Evey, dressed to the nines in costume jewelry and a "petty dess", blows me smacking kisses and says with a broad smile "Happy Maddas Day!!"

Having stopped wearing diapers cold-turkey the end of April, and only having had maybe 2 little accidents related to being distracted and just having too much fun, Evey had her first accident at school. Standing just feet from the potty, Evey bursts into tears. Miss Nessa runs up and reassures her, "It's okay, accidents happen."
"Not to me!!!!" Evey sobs.

Miss Nessa texts me, dying to share, noting that E has been running around yelling "Ready! Set! DIET! Bwwaahahahha!!" over and over.

Tag pointed out recently that E has a habit of standing back, observing something or considering something, hands firmly stacked on her little hips. He teased me about where she may have picked that up. I scoffed at him, "Whatever. I don't know what you're talking about." Later that evening, she and I were having a discussion about some random topic and I happened to note that both of us, standing directly across from each other, were mirror images. Hands firmly planted on our respective hips.