Christmas Break

I realize it’s taken me a long time to get around to blogging about Christmas.  I do not apologize.  I’ve been busy. 
Watching Netflix.
What’s there to say except that I’m terribly sad that the holidays are over?  I barely took down my Christmas decorations yesterday.  Don’t judge me.  I've been busy.
Watching Netflix.
You should know that we had a most wonderful Christmas break.  We detoured to Utah on our way to Idaho to see the lights on Temple Square and meet up with our dear friends.  We also met up with my dear parents.  That was my favorite part.
Despite the cold, Idaho was fantastic.  After a few days in the frigidity, Eva said, “I’m sure glad we don’t live in this weather!”  I agree.  Here’s our fun in the briefest of explanations: 
We headed out right after Myke's office party at a bowling alley where Eva became sick and pooped her pants.  I had to throw those Elsa panties in the garbage.  Poor girl tried to enjoy the arcade but just felt crummy.  She did manage to play Fruit Ninja for about half an hour straight.  In Idaho, we went sledding at my sister-in-law’s mother’s house where the snow was so fluffy, we couldn’t gain any speed.  Thankfully we were entertaining 2 kids with the attention spans of fleas and they didn’t seem to mind the snail’s pace of our sledding hill.  What a thrill! 
We went ice skating where Michael limped to the rink in his ice skates and then proclaimed he couldn’t possibly skate with the severity of cramping in his arches.  Good thing we paid an $8 admission fee for the guy.  Eva and I skated alone until she started crying because she was cold and realized that ice skating requires balance.  She had none. 
We brought presents for Dexter the cat and Puppets the dog, made cupcakes for Santa, and had our annual gingerbread house competition.  Michael and I did not win. 
We went to the museum, ate fish tacos, played in the snow, saw Ferdinand the movie, ate fish tacos, put together a puzzle, wished we could eat more fish tacos, went to the dairy for ice cream, rode the train, ate fondue, and enjoyed the comfort of family. 
It was perfect.
Eva loved playing with her cousins and I loved being home.

Then Christmas was a jerk and went ahead and ended, so we had to leave. 
And now it’s just crappy old winter. 
Boooooooo!

Tooth Fairy

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.

Randomness

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.

Puzzle Mania

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.

Advent

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.

Worrisome

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?