Monday, August 23, 2010

Happy Anniversary

At about this time last year, both day and time, I was with the wonderful Claudio who was just finishing my hair. Then it was off to the Salt Lake Temple to be sealed for time and all eternity to my amazing husband who is the reason I get up in the morning. He steals the blanket in the middle of the night. He argues about whether you say 'stack' or 'load' the dishes in the dishwasher. And he refuses to put his shoes in the closet just because I ask him to. But I wouldn't change the flowers that he brings home or the dishes that are all clean when I get home. I wouldn't change watching him play with his daughter or sitting down to watch an action movie with him. I love you Michael Blair, for time and all eternity.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Forever Children

Well, we did it. I've been fighting it for three years but we finally had to put Evie into a daycare. She's hates me right now. All I get is whines and tears when she sees me. In the morning its because I'm leaving her and then when I see her in the afternoon its tears of relief and sadness because I left her all day. Then in the evening more tears because she knows I'm leaving again in the morning.

But there are a few smiles in there that I weasel out of her. And her daycare is great. Its a Spanish immersion daycare but that just means that I'm going to have to learn it because if I don't, I won't know what she's saying sometimes. The center is clean and they go outside every day. And some how Magdalena manages to keep Evie's hair in a pony tail or pigtails all day. The woman is a miracle worker. Evie already has friends and I am sure she does great while I'm not there.
Now why is it that children reserves those tears and the whines for just their moms? Is it because they know it breaks out hearts and we want to give in and would if their daddies weren't around? Ah, the musings of a parent. I know Evie will be just fine and it will be for such a short part of her life that she probably won't even remember it. At least that's what I tell myself.
On a happy note she asked her grandma last night, in a full sentence, for some ice cream. And she is getting good at somersaults. And actually asked me in a public area if she could go to the potty. Nothing happened and it was a strange experience for me but our little girl is growing up.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Hide and Seek

It was right before bed and Mike and I decided to run some energy out of the little battery that is our daughter by playing a game or two of hide a seek. Funnily, Evelyn doesn't quite understand the concept of remaining hidden and keeping quiet. I counted first while she and Mike hid. I could see her poke her little head out every time I guessed wrong...on purpose. Then she and I hid while Mike counted. We hid on the side of the bed and it was all I could do to keep her down when she wanted to see what Dad was doing. She started counting along with him. Then when he asked if we were in the kitchen she pipes in with a 'yes'. We played again and let daddy hide by himself. We looked everywhere until I told her to look in the closet. She peeks in really meekly and Dad jumped out and startled her. The last one was the funniest. We let Evelyn count by herself. All we could hear from the other room was "Two, Two". Then the first place she looks is the closet. Mike, who was hiding under a blanket on the bed couldn't help but giggle. She really enjoyed it and so did we. Keep learning and playing with us baby girl.

The picture is from her Aunt Bex who just sent it to me at work. Sihaya sure can be a ham. :)

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Yes, she did it...

The laundry room in our house is shared with the people upstairs. So I have a door between the basement/storage/laundry room that has a regular door lock, a chain at the top, and a convenient dead bolt where Evelyn can reach it.

Now that the story is prepped...We were on a Skype call with Grandma Maureen when I went to change the laundry real quick. Evelyn followed me and when I stepped on her I asked to go talk to Grandma while I finished up. Well she thinks herself quite the comedian lately. With a pile of laundry in my arms I found the door locked...with the dead bolt and my little girl inside the house just chatting with her grandmother. "Evelyn, unlock the door." I hear the door handle giggle. "Nope the bottom lock." Another door handle giggle. Panic had not set in, the front door was unlocked but it would have been incredibly uncomfortable to go through the upstairs neighbors back door. For about a minute we had a broken conversation of me saying which lock to unlock and her giggling on the other side.

Finally the door was open and there was my little girl with a huge grin expressing thoughts like 'I gotcha!" She makes us laugh.