A Good Arm

As you know, Eve loves to throw rocks into the water. Well now she's discovered she can throw other things and at our kitchen floor of all places. Yesterday I was making lunch for a friend who is in the process of moving so I was letting Eve play in the kitchen while I was frantically making quesadillas and smoothie. Eventually Eve crawled into the dishwasher where she usually carefully unloaded the dishes putting them up on the counter. As I was getting a bag to load up the lunch in I hear glass shatter. I run into the kitchen just in time to Eve throw another glass onto the floor, which luckily didn't break. As she grabbed for a third glass I picked her up, trying not to laugh to myself at the whole scene.

Fast forward a couple of hours and we are home again getting ready to go to the lake. Eve was holding to ceramic mugs and walking around while I was gathering up swimming suits and towels. Wham! She had thrown a mug on the floor with the handle breaking off spreading shrapnel all over the kitchen floor, again. I grabbed the second mug as she was raising it above her head.

And you thought I was done. Oh no. As I was making dinner I gave Eve a little bowl (ceramic again) filled with dry cheerios that she could snack on. She started throwing the Cheerios all over the floor so I picked her up to move her out of the kitchen when she throws the bowl to the floor and it shatters. Now I understand why my parents invested in all pewter dishes.

P.S. Eve is wearing the linen pants I made last week while Scott was on a river-rafting trip with the young men from our church. I should say, those are the second pair that I made; the first pair are big enough for me to wear as shorts. And I won't tell you how many seams I had to un-stitch or how long it took me. They're wearable and that's all we're going to focus on here.

What does the baby seal say Eve?

This morning Eve was desperate to go outside and play.
While I was brushing my teeth she brought me my shoes saying "park, park, park."
How could I resist?

We spent our time throwing rocks into the very cold water.

Shortly before we left.

By this point she was pretty cold
(teeth literally chattering, good Mom aren't I?)
but each time I took her out she would cry and cry
pointing to the water saying
"wock, wock" in the most pathetic voice.

We came home and Eve had a warm bath

and them she absolutely collapsed.
I should take her to the lake more often.

found my cheap-o magnifying glass today

David in the Cupboard

While we were unpacking a lot of our stuff that is usually up high was suddenly very accessible to our little Eve. Last night I went to go pull out a pot for dinner and was unexpectedly presented with David. We don't usually keep Renaissance statue replicas in our kitchen cupboards but Eve apparently thought it was a good idea. Later I found my tin of crystallized ginger in another cupboard. Eve is going to be very put out when everything is out of reach again. That is if I can get to it first.

The New Digs

Most of you probably don't know this but Scott and I have been looking to move into another apartment. A week ago exactly we found one that we felt good about and we're planning on moving over the course of this week. Well, Friday afternoon we got a call from the guy that owns our old apartment (aka "Moldy Manor") with the news that he had some people that we're interested in the apartment but that they would have to be able to move in on Sunday. Scott called and reserved a truck and sent off an email to the Elder's Quorum asking for help.

Needless to say we're exhausted. We finished packing Friday night around midnight and picked up the truck Saturday morning. Because we're moving in early the new apartment (aka "Cat Hair Condominiums") it wasn't cleaned yet. So there was Scott loading up the truck while Eve and I tackled the apartment of a cat woman who had lived here for 13 years. Fun fun!

Late morning I got a call from my Japanese friend, Saeka, saying that they got Scott's email and asked when her husband should come to help and if she could come pick up Eve. We had thought about asking someone to watch Eve; in fact my visiting teaching companion had offered but she has three kids of her one withe youngest being younger than Eve so I felt bad adding to her load. Plus we haven't left her with anyone but my Mom and the only person here I would feel comfortable leaving her with was Saeka because Eve knows her and her twin daughters so well. But I knew they were out of town; they had gotten home late Friday night.

Sorry for the long explanation but it was such an answer to our prayers. Saeka's husband helped Scott with all the big stuff and, without having to take care of Eve, I was able to finish the cleaning. Eve, by the way had a great time and didn't cry at all. When I went to pick her up Saeka had grocery bags filled with homemade miso soup, sushi and fresh fruit so I wouldn't have to worry about making dinner. Bless her.

Now we are in and mostly unpacked. I have a mountain of laundry and Scott has a more than usual stressful work week ahead of him but we're alive and sane (in the loosest sense of the word).

Memorial Day Weekend

Our Memorial Day weekend was made extra extra special by the fact that we were able to chick-sit for a neighbor. Scott especially was super excited about this. Other things we did was we went to Discovery Park where Eve insisted on walking herself as we made the 1+ mile hike at a pace of about a 45-minute mile to the look out point where you have amazing views of the Sound. We also went to the Arboretum where Eve played one of her favorite games. She kept Scott busy picking bigger and bigger bunches of dandelions. All in all, a great Memorial Day.

Eve vs the Dandelions

Endless Fun

Looks like Eve won

I think she had just taken a bite of dandelion seeds

I think we've gone to a swing set everyday for the past 5 days.

Oh what a cute little boy!

When I was 10 years old or there abouts, my Mother came up with the idea that if she let me get my hair cut at a real beauty salon I just might realize that it's not so bad looking like a girl. A good idea to be sure but she made one fatal mistake. She dropped me off and said she'd be back to pick me up in half an hour, without having talked to the hair stylist. "Great!" I thought. I can get any hair cut I want! And I did. And a lovely shag it is too.

And that brings us to today where Scott left the responsibility of picking out some new shoes, shorts and a hat for Eve. So I mosey on over to the children's consignment store across the street and this is the end result. As we were walking to the park afterwards people kept on complimenting me on how cute my little boy was (something my poor Mother heard about her 2nd-to-youngest daughter until I was 13 years old).

Like my Mother who never dropped me off alone at a salon again, I don't think Scott will let me do the shopping for Eve by myself anymore.

You've got to admit, those are pretty sweet shoes.