Welcome to a beautiful morning.Stretchy -stretchy. Yawn.
Time to rise and shine!
Evie doesn’t like to wake up all at once.
Last Saturday we did family photos, so everyone had to get dressed in semi-fancy clothes. Of course we all looked fabulous.
It was sunny and beautiful, but a little bit chilly, especially since the photographer insisted we take most of the pictures in the shade. Something about the light being better. Which I get. When you take pictures of us in direct sunlight we are so blindingly white we just wash out the photo.
Ellie did not mind the cold (she has meat on her bones) but Evie was not digging it. We had to keep reminding her of the wonderful playground that awaited her, only upon the condition of obedience and cooperation and other boring concepts like that.
She spent most of the time rock-climbing. On rocks. In fancy shoes. And a skirt. She was able to climb all the way to the very top of the big rock (with Daddy spotting underneath, of course).
Then we got into the car to head home, but less than two minutes into the trip Evie must have calmed down enough to re-connect with her bladder. At any rate, she suddenly announced excitedly, “Oh! Mommy Daddy, I have to go potty!”
So we stopped at Jack-in-the-Box and used the bathroom and ate some wonderful greasy food.
As soon as we got home it was nap-time for Evie, while Ellie ate voraciously, and then helped Daddy write Family Friday.
On Sunday Evie and Ellie went to stay overnight at Deedee and Papa’s house, since Daddy had to go in to Seattle to present his capstone project at school on Monday. So Mommy and Daddy (a.k.a Kathleen and Ryan) had a date night. We had some wonderful Thai food. If you are ever in the area, we highly recommend Ayothaya in Puyallup. It tastes just like Thai food, and the garlic ribs are to die for.
Daddy finished his last rotation for a while last week, and after presenting his capstone he has a couple weeks off, so he got to spend the whole week with the girls!
We ran so many errands we were like errand-running-machines.
And Ellie enjoyed some outdoor time several days this week, thanks to the cool but mostly not raining weather.
Evie is going to be a flower girl in Uncle Andy and Aunt Annarose’s wedding in May, so Daddy took her to try on her flower-girl dress.
Poor Evie. For a while there she thought she had died and gone to heaven in the “dresses house.” She wanted all the dresses (except, ironically, the one that the bride had picked out). Then, alas, it finally sank in what Daddy had been trying to get her to understand before they even walked in, namely, that we were not actually taking any dresses home. We were going to order the dress, but we had to leave it at the store for now.
Then Daddy thought he had died and gone to purgatory. Holy ballistic melt-down, Batman! The last straw was when we tried to trade the white princess slippers for her regular pink sneakers. In the words of Mark Twain, we will draw a curtain of charity over the remainder of this scene.
That cut our outing short. In vain did Evie protest through her tears that she was going to start listening now, and she wanted to go to another store. Daddy had decreed that there must be consequences (namely going home for lunch and nap) and consequences don’t mean a thing unless you follow through on them. Plus Ellie had recently discovered that she was starving also, and it was time to adjourn for the sake of the sanity of all concerned. So we had to finish up our shopping after lunch.
Evie had her three-year doctor visit, which is the part where you take her to a “doctor house” so that she can play with some fancy toys, wear a fancy paper gown:
Which crinkles delightfully.
And then a nurse practitioner talks to you for five minutes, tells you you are perfectly healthy, and says, “See you next year for some shots.”
Easiest Doctor house visit ever. I feel like it could have been conducted over email.
One other big event this week, we took Evie to visit a Montessori school nearby. She took to it like a duck to water, and was very sad (but also very well-behaved) when it came time to leave.
How did she get so big? Already time to start thinking about her education? What?!
Which brings up a host of big questions. We are pretty sure she would be bored silly in a public school (a bored Evie is a very dangerous thing), which leaves parochial school, Montessori school (limited options in the area), or some variation of co-op/homeschooling option available to us. Given the way our next year looks like it is going to go we can disregard co-op/homeschooling our of hand for now. We have a couple more schools to check out, this spring, but at some point we are going to have to make a decision.
What the heck! Why do they allow parenting to be done by parents? By the time you figure it out your kids are grown up! Parenting should be done either by teenagers (because they know everything), surgeons (often wrong, but never unsure) or Grandparents (who have experience). Of the three, I think grandparents are the least sustainable option, because you run out of experience grandparents after the first generation. The other two might have merit. We’ll do some research and get back to you.
Just kidding. It’s a fun trip, but I don’t advise trying it without some supernatural support.