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| Making Brownies |
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| Sweetest Face on the Planet |
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| Curls Curls Curls |
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| Big girl in the Kid Pool |
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| XO |
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| Always busy making "soup" |
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| Just like mamma ... setting up office |
Sunday, July 22, 2012
July 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
June 2012 snap shots
The usual response when agreeing that we visited somewhere or did something: "Yes, we did, yestayay."
"Mamma, come potty wif me." I follow her into the bathroom and, as instructed, sit on the little stool next to her potty. "Mamma, tell me nodder dragon story." And I proceed to make up another story about a dragon named evelyn... (Poppa tells particularly fun dragon stories...though he doesn't fit well on the little step stool...)
"Mamma, I luf you. We fam-a-lee, we juss peepo."
Trying to put her to bed one night, she put up a particularly insistent struggle. She's fussing and trying to get her light-up turtle to work right but she's frustrated and it's not going well. At one point, she sits up and says to me, "Ayúdame" and I think I must have just gaped at her. "Ayúdame" she says again, "Help me."
"NO!!! I WAN DO IT !!"
Shopping trip for a work dress. Evey follows me around the store, browsing through the racks. She observes a young girl, probably about 9 years old, shopping with her mom and pulling out various items saying "How 'bout this one?" E's shopping gets even more deliberate at this point and she is so focused on her efforts that she no longer tags along behind me. She's busy working her way steadily through the sale rack, carefully pulling out the hem of a shirt to evaluate and then moving on to the next, making small "Hmmm" sounds as she considers each color and texture...
Friday evening after a particularly grueling work week. Ev is in rare form, boarding on delirium and molten meltdown. Neither Tag or I have the energy to manage entertaining her at this level, so I announce that we're going to the mall where she can run around the indoor play area and we can simply sit and watch. It's a success, and she runs around happily, further exhausting herself. The ride home is hopeful....her eyes are drooping...her head is nodding....but she just doesn't quite fall into the sleep that we're so eager for. We opt to drive a little further, taking Macon Road down past our house, strategically thinking that an extra 10 minutes is all we need. Tag turns the radio on low, and we chat a bit; E is quiet in the back. I keep stealing glances to check progress, but her eyes are still half open. We get to the point where I usually turn back and head home, sealing the deal on a good start to slumber land....when we hear a tiny sound: "roomer hazit" and again "roomer hazit" I realize then that Adele is on the radio and it's Ev's latest favorite sing-along. She continues on, repeating the chorus, Tag giving me a look like 'are you serious???' and I'm choking back giggles trying not to encourage her but we fall apart and she zooms back into full consciousness, enjoying the effect she created.
Her favorite foods: Noodles / Macaroni (I sneak pureed veggies into the sauce), yogurt, cottage cheese, pizza, "chick an nuggetz an fench fies an kecchup", ham/turkey, strawberries/kiwi/banana, and of course oatmeal.
"Mamma, come potty wif me." I follow her into the bathroom and, as instructed, sit on the little stool next to her potty. "Mamma, tell me nodder dragon story." And I proceed to make up another story about a dragon named evelyn... (Poppa tells particularly fun dragon stories...though he doesn't fit well on the little step stool...)
"Mamma, I luf you. We fam-a-lee, we juss peepo."
Trying to put her to bed one night, she put up a particularly insistent struggle. She's fussing and trying to get her light-up turtle to work right but she's frustrated and it's not going well. At one point, she sits up and says to me, "Ayúdame" and I think I must have just gaped at her. "Ayúdame" she says again, "Help me."
"NO!!! I WAN DO IT !!"
Shopping trip for a work dress. Evey follows me around the store, browsing through the racks. She observes a young girl, probably about 9 years old, shopping with her mom and pulling out various items saying "How 'bout this one?" E's shopping gets even more deliberate at this point and she is so focused on her efforts that she no longer tags along behind me. She's busy working her way steadily through the sale rack, carefully pulling out the hem of a shirt to evaluate and then moving on to the next, making small "Hmmm" sounds as she considers each color and texture...
Friday evening after a particularly grueling work week. Ev is in rare form, boarding on delirium and molten meltdown. Neither Tag or I have the energy to manage entertaining her at this level, so I announce that we're going to the mall where she can run around the indoor play area and we can simply sit and watch. It's a success, and she runs around happily, further exhausting herself. The ride home is hopeful....her eyes are drooping...her head is nodding....but she just doesn't quite fall into the sleep that we're so eager for. We opt to drive a little further, taking Macon Road down past our house, strategically thinking that an extra 10 minutes is all we need. Tag turns the radio on low, and we chat a bit; E is quiet in the back. I keep stealing glances to check progress, but her eyes are still half open. We get to the point where I usually turn back and head home, sealing the deal on a good start to slumber land....when we hear a tiny sound: "roomer hazit" and again "roomer hazit" I realize then that Adele is on the radio and it's Ev's latest favorite sing-along. She continues on, repeating the chorus, Tag giving me a look like 'are you serious???' and I'm choking back giggles trying not to encourage her but we fall apart and she zooms back into full consciousness, enjoying the effect she created.
Her favorite foods: Noodles / Macaroni (I sneak pureed veggies into the sauce), yogurt, cottage cheese, pizza, "chick an nuggetz an fench fies an kecchup", ham/turkey, strawberries/kiwi/banana, and of course oatmeal.
June 2012
My cousin's wedding took place in Michigan - and the Sachs clan opted to use the opportunity for a mini-reunion. We all flew/drove in from California, Massachusetts, Tennessee...and the up-and-coming generation quickly established themselves as the heart of the pack. There is a whole new batch of young ones, and they had a ball together. Evelyn is at an age that she can fully indulge in chases, hide and seek, dancing (endless dancing), and rolling around on the floor with the younger babies. She had endless energy, propelled on by her charming older cousin Shane and the ever-lovely Lilly. The DJ at the reception was playing all the right tunes to get E groovin' (and the light show was a cool bonus) -- she danced and danced and danced -- I had to literally drag her off the dance floor at the end of the very long evening. Who could blame her? The Sachs' love to boogie, and she was on the dance floor surrounded by great aunts and uncles, grandparents, cousins, her Uncle Paul and "little Helen" ...it was precious precious precious... She crashed that night at Oma & Opa's cabin, little feet blackened by hours of twirling and jumping on the parquet floor.
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| mooching candy from Shane |
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| absolutely charmed by Mr. Shane, here with little Eli |
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| party princess and her blackened dancing feet.... |
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| proud of her morning-after feet |
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| water park with Helen !! |
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| spending some quality time adoring the irrisistable Ruby |
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