Eve is the most observant person I know. She regularly amazes me with random observations she makes. Awhile ago she asked me why me and Mema always pat each other on the back when we hug. I didn’t even realize we did it, but she notices. Tonight, while putting a band-aid on the inner/back of her thigh, just above the knee, she told me that “baggie” parts of the body don’t do as well with band-aids. I said, “what?” and she started talking about how lots of women have baggy parts “right here” she said, rubbing her upper/inner thigh. Sometimes men too, she added, but mostly women. I love that she says it in a totally non-judgemental way, just as a simple fact related to her band-aid situation. Another time she was sitting on my lap and started tucking my hair behind my ears, just like I always do to her. Her observations are never judgements (not yet, anyway) just simple observations.

I had more to this thought, but I’ve lost it now. I guess I’ll summarize with, Eve is pretty awesome. :) I’ll update later if the rest comes back to me!

Oh, I remember my other example. Eve came home from school yesterday and was telling me that one of her friends had dark circles under her eyes that “were kinda baggy.” She has noticed such things on me before as well. She said her friend doesn’t usually have them (thankfully, she’s just a little girl!) but she did in school yesterday and didn’t look very well. Last night that girls mother posted on FB that her daughter was sick and throwing up. I think Eve noticed she was unwell. So perceptive!

Eve decided she wanted to take pictures of her special things to make Christmas cards this year. Here’s what she came up with. She requested I print them for her tonight, so perhaps she’ll be handmaking holiday cards tomorrow. What better time than mid-July! :)

Merry Christmas from Eve and her toys.

PS. I owe you all a blog post on our awesome family weekend last weekend. I just haven’t had more than two minutes to sit down at the computer, so instead you get these quickies and phone posts. Sorry. I haven’t forgotten!

“There’s an elephant and a giraffe quarrelling in there,” said Eve after letting out a very noticeable fart in the kitchen this evening. I said, “WHAT?!” She shrugged and said, “Dad has a duck in his pants, I have an elephant and a giraffe quarrelling in mine.” Like that’s no big deal. She seems to have inherited both her flatulence and her sense of humor from her father!

We had a family filled, fun-in-the-sun day today.  We got home at 8:30pm and Eve headed up for a shower. I went up to help with her hair and get the sand off her, but she adamantly rejected help. Unusual, for her. When she shut off the water I was there with a towel, but she suddenly remembered she needed to turn the water back on. I asked why. She said, “Umm… I forgot to rinse my hair.” With some convincing she let me look at her hair, which had no shampoo in it at all. Then her eyes started roaming, looking for another reason to stay in the shower.  I told her she looked like she was lying to me and asked her to please be truthful with me. After another moment of shifty eyes, she said,

“I snuck a cheese stick into the shower.” 

How do you not laugh at that?! I asked her if she finished it. No. I asked, where it is? Under the big blue cup. I laughed and picked up the cup. Half a cheese stick and the wrapper fell out. I popped it in her mouth and sent her to get dressed. She is too funny. 

I decided this evening it was time to take the week old nail polish off my toes and Eve’s toes. She begrudgingly agreed and we headed for the bathroom. As we settled in with the cotton balls and nail polish remover she asked if she could put the remover on the cotton balls herself. I said no and explained that it could spill easily, and as I was doing that I spilled it!! First time I have ever spilled nail polish remover! It hit the counter and splashed up, right into Eve’s face! She screamed a scream I’ve never heard before and it was horrible. Luckily we were right near the sink so I pushed her head over the sink and started rinsing her whole face. She kept saying, “I need a cloth, I need a cloth,” and I kept dumping handfuls of cold water on her face over and over, trying to explain that we need to rinse her eyes first, not dry her face. Finally her body stopped shuddering and she said her eye felt better. She was drenched! First with nail polish remover, then with cold water. Poor baby! I was able to get her calmed down (and me too!) and washed off and dried off, but I suspect that polish on her toes won’t be coming off any time soon!

A short while later, while reading stories, I gave her a huge squeeze and apologized (again!) for hurting her. I said I felt terrible and never want to hurt her. She said, “Oh mommy, if you just stop thinking about it the hurt will go away. That’s what I did and now my eye feels fine.” Wise words from a little girl. Sigh.

This is what Eve does with the tablet during quiet time. She sets up her puppy or dolls and teaches them things with Starfall.  She is so cute!

Two weeks ago Eve walked right into the garage door. It was coming down and she walked right into it. I was in the garage, she was outside fussing about something. I couldn’t get a word in to caution her about the door, and really didn’t think it was necessary because it’s not exactly quiet, but she was looking right at me and kept walking. Her forehead collided with the bottom of the door and she ended up with a big scrape and several abrasions. As part of the post-injury TLC I asked if she wanted some Tylenol. She said, “What is Tylenol?” Alan and I later congratulated ourselves on having kids so healthy they don’t even know what Tylenol is! (Upon further discussion I think she had a vague idea of Tylenol, but thought it was only for fevers.)

Murphy jumped in and said, “Oh yeah!?” and two nights later Eve woke up vomiting. That will teach us to boast about our healthy children. She threw up three times that night and three times the following morning. Over and done within 12hrs and no symptoms other than the throwing up.

This evening I found myself pulling out the pain reliever again as Eve took a face dive into her dresser. I bought her new PJs today that came with a silly monkey eye mask for sleeping. She put it on downstairs to show Alan, successfully made her way upstairs with the mask on, then ran for her bed. She dove, head first, towards the bed, but missed by a foot or so and crashed face-first into her dresser. Poor girl! There was a lot of blood, but fortunately I was right there and grabbed some clothes off the floor to cover her face. I got her all cleaned up and found a very fat lip. She says her tooth hurts a lot (a baby one, luckily!) so maybe she’ll have a wiggly tooth soon. We cuddled up with some ibuprofen and an ice pack and she fell asleep pretty quickly.

It’s tough being a six year old.