Thursday, September 25, 2008
"I have a feeling it's going to be tricky obeying today."
Huh? My first words were, "Lets go talk on the couch."
Later in the car, she shared with me:
"Jesus isn't someone."
Me, "What is he?"
"He's a Savior."
"But I call him a Sav-noir. Or a Sav-emporium. And he laughs."
I bet Jesus thinks Eva's jokes are funny....
Friday, September 19, 2008
Classic bag lunch on the bench. Not so classic (depending on how well you know my mother...) is her sock situation, the half pound of cheddar she is eating like a snickers bar, and in the other hand the large tomato she is eating like an apple. You're one of a kind, mom!
Eva was most excited to see the giraffes and to get her treat from Grandma- that enormous, artificially flavored lollipop. Both turned out to be AWESOME!
Mom was interviewed about her political opinions by some TV station...
Prettiest picture of the day (but I'm not biased ;).
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I call out, "Eva, what are you doing?"
She responds calmly and without hesitation, "Cutting my hair."
Me: "Eva, stop cutting your hair right now." (trying to hide the desperation in my voice.)
Eva, still very calm: "OK".
Well, if Eva is doing something naughty or that she knew she shouldn't do, she would typically respond in a little more defiant manner. So, I decided that this was a common childhood mistake...not worthy of any punishment.
With a baby in each arm, I walked into the bathroom to find this:
The hair stylist (very astute gal) later pointed out that Eva must be right handed, because the cutting went around her head, left to right, in precise, wide bands.
Poor Eva was itching terribly, so it was difficult to get a good picture. My response? I actually almost started crying. See, Eva's hair is not luxurious to start with. It grows slowly, isn't very thick, and she was practically bald until at least 18 months old! She had cradle cap until she was two, and I spent many hours scouring her scalp for evidence of crusties so that her hair would actually grow. Lately, she has had long enough hair (and patience) for a few fun, girlie styles. We've been experimenting with braids, ponytails, barrettes...but alas, we're back to the inverted bob. Eva didn't seem to mind, but she realized what she had done when she saw me welling up with tears. Silly me!
You can imagine the scene that followed. Eva had to bathe to get the itchy hair off, but of course she was shaken by the whole experience so she informed me that she wanted to be alone for the shower. When Daddy came home, she ran and hid, evidence that she had taken this mishap to heart more than I originally thought.
We managed to sandwich a trip to "Kid's Hair" in between dinner and small group that night. The stylist was very helpful, advising me against the "boy haircut" I had warned Eva about. She said that the really short spots would be hard to hide, so instead we opted for a cute inverted bob, with "swoop" bangs. Eva was extremely cooperative and well behaved during the procedure, so the adventure ended with a sticker and a sucker. What could be better? Here are some shots at the salon-
She does not appreciate having her picture taken, so the next few photos show the final product, but they're a little wacky-
Short hair fits her, wouldn't you say?