So there’s an issue with loading pictures right now -probably a memory issue -so while I gather the energy and time to deal with that, some little stories about Evie (and us):
Since her birth, I’ve often wondered if she was doing something common for all babies/kids her age or if it was unique to her personality. The most recent is that she’s at the age where she’s getting possessive and physical. “Mine!” she’ll say, and sometimes she’ll kick. Or hit. It’s almost embarrassing to admit; I mean, what are we teaching our child, right? Or are we so lax that our child has the run of the house? Or are we delusional when we say she’s a good kid?
I don’t have any answers to any of those questions, but I do know that when she kicks or hits, there are two different reasons: she’s playing or she’s legitimately lashing out. It’s a long road to teaching her other ways to let out her frustrations and it’s made even longer for the two different motivations behind her actions. How to discipline so she understands the two different reasons!
Anyway.
A couple things she says:
*”Yeah? Ok!” She says this a lot. About everything and without waiting for a response from us. “Play? Yeah? Ok!” or “Eat? Yeah? Ok!” or “One more? Yeah? Ok!” or “Grocery store? Yeah? Ok!” That last one, I’m not really sure why she’s so into it. It’s all of a sudden, too.
*”Good morning, Evie” or “Daddy” or “Mommy.” Even when it’s afternoon or evening. And even when I respond with “Good evening, Evie,” she’ll say, in an insistent voice “Good morning, Mommy.”
Right now, Evie loves strawberries. She likes most fruit but this one is the favorite of the season. She’s enjoyed saying this word for a long time -I associate it to it being one of the first things she knew by name, but I have no proof -but it’s only the past couple of weeks that she just wants to eat them all the time.
James is in this transition period at work where he’s taken over for a coworker who changed positions, but at the same time, he’s still responsible for his projects while his replacement shows up and gets trained. This means a lot more stress, longer hours, and traveling. Which sucks, but at the same time, it’s fine in a lot of ways because he does get a nice amount of vacation days inherently so it sort of evens out (because he doesn’t get paid for the longer hours). C’est la vie.
I have recently started my third of six classes. So far it’s been a pretty great experience; I feel like I’ve learned a lot (way more than in my last program) but I am starting to see my capstone paper looming and there are dark clouds overhead. My dream goal was to have a topic about now but that hasn’t happened…
Let’s move on because I don’t want to think about it anymore.
It’s also getting toward summer, which means we can start some projects! Huzzah! I feel like I spend all winter thinking about the projects I want to do and when spring hits, I’m like “yeah!” except there’s still snow on the ground, rain every other day, and if there isn’t rain there are cold spells like you wouldn’t believe. So then it’s like, “Summer!” and by then I’m a little less energized toward doing any projects. Especially as it gets more humid. But we have started a few, one of which is restaining the guest bed and repainting the outside house trim. The former is my project, the latter is mostly James’ but I’ll help when I’m between projects. It feels great to do them because otherwise we’d just sit around and twiddle our thumbs, plus that whole satisfaction of a DIY job, blah blah blah. But still, sometimes, I just want to be done. (But then we are and we find other things to do, so I totally realize it’s us.)
Well, like I said. There’s a picture issue that’s hindering any updates on this blog. Also, the first month of class or so is always incredibly busy and, as mentioned, we can finally do some projects, plus Father’s day projects, blah, blah blah. It will happen, the new posts with pictures, but my immediate thought to fixing the problem is that I’ll have to reload all of the pictures at a smaller dpi/resolution or something -so that’s where my lethargy is coming in (when I do, in fact, have a free moment that could be spent attempting a fix… and then choosing to do something else… like cleaning the dishwasher.)