Bed Buddy

Look what I found lying next to me in bed this morning.

Myke is aging very weirdly.

Valentine’s Day

Eva is at a great age where she thinks every holiday is a gaggle of excitement.  I don’t usually care for Cupid’s holiday that much – I don’t need a fake excuse to eat chocolate – but Eva was looking forward to Valentine’s Day so I jumped right in and went for it this year.

We started the day with a kitty necklace and more of those yummy peppermint patties.

Then there were lots of balloons that were handy later in the afternoon when her friend came over to play.  They created a game called, “Balloon Hands.”   

And don’t forget the decorations on her bedroom door.  I cut all of those bad boys out by myself.

And we finished the evening with a rousing game of Guess Who.

We had heart-shaped hamburgers for dinner and pink milk.  We also had strawberry Jell-O with whipped cream from a can.  I may or may not have spent the evening spraying whipped cream into my mouth every five minutes.  My memory is fuzzy on this.

It was a successful day.  Truly a celebration fit for a kitty.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Shark Attack

That’s gonna leave a mark.

Pay no attention to the sign.  It obviously doesn’t apply to us.

It’s Happened Again

Kitty has lost another tooth! 

I keep telling this girl to quit doing things that make her seem grownup; she has respectfully declined my pleadings.

The night before she yanked that baby out, Eva kept wishing aloud her hopes for what the Tooth Fairy would bring.

“I sure hope she brings me a Yonk patty.  I sure love those Yonk patties.”

The Tooth Fairy obliged.

Who doesn’t enjoy a good Yonk patty every now and then?

Truth Bomb

We read to Eva at night from a chapter book and refer to it as “Snuggles.”  After prayers she gets to choose who will participate in Snuggles for the night.  It goes like this:

Me: “Ok, who’s the snuggler?”

If it’s me, she’ll say, “Someone who starts with an Mmm sound,” and if it’s Michael she’ll say, “Someone who starts with a Duh sound.” 

We then have to incorrectly guess things that begin with the letter M or D until Eva gives us a hint, and we can correctly discern if Mama or Daddy is the snuggler.

Last night she said, “Someone who starts with an Mmm sound,” and Michael rattled off a few incorrect guesses. 

Eva then said, “Nope, I’ll give you a hint.  It’s someone with sausage fingers.”

I admit that my digits resemble breakfast links, but sausage fingers?!  That’s the best she can do?  I have other traits that distinguish me from Michael.  Why didn’t she say, “It’s someone who is very beautiful,” or “Someone who smells like a meadow of flowers,” or “Someone who shines light on everyone she meets” or “Someone who can eat her weight in chocolate?”

Nope.

It’s someone with sausage fingers.

When it’s my turn to snuggle again Eva might as well say, “Someone who starts with a juh sound.”

Juh for Jimmy Dean.