I’ve always been stubborn. It started when I was just a little girl.
One of my earliest memories is when the photo above was taken. I was in pre-school at our local Christian church. When it was my turn I remember walking with the teacher’s aide to the photographer. She reallyyy wanted me to smile. (I can’t remember why I was grumpy. Maybe it was those stupid pearls.) They were being really funny… and silly! As they messed around, I could feel the corners of my lips curling up – the smile! Of course, I couldn’t give in. So, what did I do? I bit the insides of cheek and tried my earnest to give ’em the face you see here.
This video is from yesterday. I was trying to get Eve to smile when I had a total flashback and grabbed the camera. What do you think? Like mother like daughter?
Looking back, I think I’m justified in my stubborness. Why go back on something when you know you’re right? ;) Joking!!!!
We have the coolest kids, or kids are just the coolest. It’s the latter, but every old crow thinks hers is the blackest. And I’m no exception.
Some nights I lament to Bradley how unqualified I feel. And anyways, is it even possible to have a balanced life of prayer + exercise, clean house, dressed + (well) fed children, be actually clean + dressed yourself, and actually be HAPPY?
No! Right? I’d like to know Aquinas’s truth on this.
If there is a secret way, please share.
Mom who hasn’t brushed her teeth yet, who needs to go address the five loads of clean but unfolded laundry blocking the hallway (DON’T tell me about the 1x day thing, I’ve tried), who needs to figure a way to get food for dinner, who wants to go microwave her coffee, who is ignoring the crusted dishes in the sink and eggs smooshed into the carpet (whhhhhhyyyyyyy do people put carpet in the dining room?), but who will probably just go snuggle up her toddler. Bye.
I especially love the ages of both my babies right now – particularly these 2.5 y/o Evey quirks.
One of us often walks into the room smirking or laughing.
“What?” The other will ask.
“I’m just thinking about today when Eve…” We’ll share some hilarious anecdote(s) from the day.
My mouth is going to hurt from smiling by the end of this post, but here are a handful:
Most kids have blankets or stuffed animals as their specials. Evey has her chapstick. She calls it her “mouth stick.” It’s her security thing. She also has a fond regard for hand sanitizer – though no affection comes close to parallel that of her mouth stick.
She’s always going to work to “make money (or ‘monies’).” She works at Costco. Her car is blue.
Sometimes I find her with her hands folded and kneeling in prayer.
She’s always angling for my glasses. She’ll tilt her head, use the sweetest voice, and say, “share, take turn, and I’ll give it back?” Her tone is always sweet, and questioning, while also assertive. She’s really saying “give them up! Now!”
She loves to dance, but only if you’re holding her.
When she puts her “Little People” and dolls to sleep they always lay face down.
Brad passed his good-natured teasing right on down to his first born. She giggles and darts as soon as I ask her to sit down so I can put on her shoes. She tries to head-butt and tap you. It’s always too hard and she always laughs.
I sometimes yell to Brad when he’s leaving for work, “bring home the bacon!” So, now she’ll yell, “bring home eggs!”
She’s proud of her bodily functions, and owns them openly (often with a big smile or giggle).
When Ronan’s asleep she’ll climb into bed and push her face against his face, giving him kisses, until he lifts his head. Then she’ll excitedly announce, “Ronan awake! Ronan awake now!”
She’ll tell you she’s “two old.” It sounds like “too old” and she means “two years old.”