A Night with the Camera

So the screen on my old camera that I've had for a few years finally just quit. Consequently I've been letting Evie run around with the thing. She decided to pull it out yesterday and have a go. It's hard to take a picture because you can't tell where the lens is pointing because the digital screen is gone but we managed.

Asher's story to follow once I have tracked down the people that were there and they can tell me what I don't remember.

Kissing

So Mike and I were sharing a private moment (or so we thought) and kissing for more then just a second in the kitchen one day. Evie, who had been putsing around with some safety scissors, all of a sudden looks up, stares at us for who knows how long, then made the funniest noise we have heard in a while. It was low and raspy, "Ewwwwwwww!"

The kissing stopped because the laughing had to begin. Then just to harass our three year old we started up again. Silence reigned until we hear this little voice close to us, "I want one too..." As a parent, I had no idea what to tell her. All I could think was to tell her that she couldn't have those kind of kisses till she was older. She just smiled at me...

Lots and Lots

I have lots and lots to blog about including birthdays, trips to Arkansas, and our baby boy but I don't have the pictures or the time on me. I just wanted to jot this story down before I forget about it.

It was early in the evening a few nights ago and I had given Evie the ultimatum of getting in the bath or going to bed. Of the two choices I really wanted her to take a bath but was okay with the other one to. Of course she had chose to get into bed. My toddler already hates getting clean. Well we went through the whole routine and were finally laying down when I gave her the options one more time and to my satisfaction I won and she got in the bath.

So she got to splash around for a few minutes and I got some cleaning done. I went in to wash her hair and asked her to stand up because let's face it, I'm not going to be bending over at all for the next few weeks. To this she replied one of two ways. Mike heard it one way and I another. She either said, "Let me make this circle. Don't touch my hair. " (What I heard.) Or, "Let me make this simple. Don't touch my hair." (What Mike heard.)

His way is much funnier and it would fit Sihaya's personality right now to tell me off but despite all the sass and fighting I still had a clean little girl at the end of the night and I think that made my week. :)

Our Universe...

"Evelyn, did you learn about planets today?"

"Yes."

"Evie, how hot is the sun?"

"2...2...2 fire."

"Evie, what planet do we live on?"

"Spaceship."

Maternity Clothes

So, I am finally showing...I look like I'm three or four months pregnant instead of 6 but there it is. Now, I had an experience yesterday that made me laugh and I hope everyone else sees the hilarity of the situation. The entirety of the conversation with this lady was pretty much this.

"So when do you start wearing maternity clothes? Because you're finally getting big."

I was taken aback. I thought that the dress I was wearing was cute on a pregnant lady. I turned to my husband and sister-in-law and asked if the dress didn't fit because the only cause for the statement in my mind was that what I was wearing didn't fit and I needed to find something that did... I was reassured that it did fit and that it also looked cute.

So my only conclusion to the whole thing is that I'm getting fat and the times have changed for what pregnant women wear.

Kleptomaniac

Alright, I just had this story pop back into my head and I need to make sure I get it down before I forget again. The Blairs, Evie and I went to the Home Depot the other day and while we were handing out in the dryer/washer isle, Evie found these dryer vent caps that look like little hats. We asked her to put them back as we were leaving the isle and thought she had listened to us.

We were at the check out stand and pulling off the last items when we catch a glimpse of something shiny in my mother-in-law's purse. It was half way zipped up but there was something flickering at us. Mike opens the purse to find not one, but three of these wonderful little hats hiding in grandma's purse.

This is one of those moments where you feel the need as a parent to establish a principle and not have the behavior repeated but the entire family also couldn't contain the laughter at my child trying to secret this new toy out of the store. The only reason children make it into adulthood is because they can make their parents laugh.

To add to this we have started getting up to any check-out stand and there are a whole bunch of things in there that Mike and I didn't take off the shelf. Becca and I were at the store getting some stuff for the lizards the other day and I look down to find a huge, red thing of Folgers coffee in my kart. I love you my little klepto and you're not getting anywhere near my bag in the store.

Where does she come up with it?