Is it possible that she’s old enough for this:
Mother Nature seems to think so but I respectfully disagree. She can’t possibly be old enough to lose her first tooth! Eva yanked that baby right out and was so excited she couldn’t even stand it.
And then the Tooth Fairy came so I guess I am in denial.
But I like denial. It’s easier on my poor ‘ol heart.
Eva says, “Hey Mama, wanna see Kitty’s cute smile?”
“Of course I do.”
The next day we went to the doctor where Eva received 3 shots and she didn’t cry at all. She was very happy about her accomplishment. First she meowed:
Then she smiled Kitty’s cute smile:
Kitty is 45.5 inches tall – 91st percentile, and 44.4 pounds – 74th percentile. She also has 20/20 vision in her left eye and 20/25 in her right. Michael was very concerned at this. He was sure she’d be blind by next year.
My Eva kitty loves to color and draw. These particular art pieces are my recent favorite:
It’s an alien family and their car.
It’s a kitty.
It was candy cane day at school last week. Eva was so excited about it. What a cute candy cane she is:
And one more piece of randomness – maybe I should turn up the heat in my house.
Eva received a puzzle from one of her friends for her birthday. She’s hooked! It has 48 pieces and she can complete it all by herself in mere minutes. It’s almost become an obsession. Michael had the gall to pick up the puzzle and put it away so he could set the table for dinner the other night. She cried for 15 minutes.
We’ve now been to the dollar store to add 2 more puzzles to her collection. She puts them together late at night when she should be sleeping.
The only thing I’m that obsessed with is food. I guess a puzzle is a better obsession – though not as tasty. Which reminds me…I need to go eat some food.
We bought an advent calendar on clearance last year and waited anxiously until December 1st to hang it up. I filled the pockets with various pieces of candy, bought a creepy elf to mark the days, and the whole shebang has been an enormous hit with Eva.
She rushes down first thing every morning to see what surprise awaits. Then she eats the surprise in my bed. It’s all very wonderful.
I’m impressed by her affinity for the advent calendar. I’m even more impressed that she doesn't peek into the pockets to see what’s coming next. She patiently waits for the surprise and hypothesizes every night before bed what it could possibly be. I don’t know where she developed such self control.
We all know it ain’t heredity.
We’ve got Princess, Princess Fifi, Snowball, and Duchess.
Should I be concerned that she’s turning into a crazy cat lady at only 5-years-old?
