Pizza

I must have suffered a severe blow to the head because I took my husband up on the offer to go out to dinner tonight.

Did I forget the screaming and bouncing 2 year old who accompanied us to the Chinese restaurant?

Or the time she declared the Thai food in the Noodles restaurant to be "STINKY POOPS! STINKY POOPS!" (That's the worst smell she could think of.)

Upon being seated at the Pizzeria, Eve immediately confiscated the pepper, salt and red pepper flakes. She began to shake them upon her napkin. She had several napkins because she took all our napkins as well. Normally a grown person can stand up to a 2 year old and get the napkins back, but after you see what she does to them, you really don't want them back.

There was a silver springy contraption in the middle of the table which held several specials that the restaurant had to offer. Eve immediately ripped out the offers and began licking the contraption, which we promptly stopped.

After eating chicken nuggets, french fries and noodles, she screamed "Mine! Mine!" upon seeing that Dan and I ordered pizza for ourselves. It's hard to eat pizza with someone screaming in your ear, but it can be done. I'm that talented.

Throughout the dinner she eyed the food at other tables and declared that she should also have "JUICE! JUICE". The poor table next to us was celebrating a birthday. Lucky for them, we have our own personal lover of birthdays who noticed that she was not partaking of "BIRDAY CAKE! WAN SOM BIRDAY CAKE."

One day, Dan and I will see a young couple sitting in a pizzeria with a toddler and smile appreciatively at them. But for today, that couple is us. We're ordering in next time.

Morning and Evening

The days are just packed.

With a young lady who is extremely creative and smart and funny and conniving.

She is the one who asks questions that older people would be embarrassed about, but she wants to know. Bodily function questions, mostly.

She's also the one who told us that her "close friend" (a boy) at school didn't want his sister to know who she was at the School Open House tonight.

She's the one who wants to know how we're getting to heaven. "Is Jesus going to come down and dig us up from the ground?"

She's the one who wears a breezy cotton scarf for a little spring color.

She's my Morgan.

Then there's a two year old who is toddle-y and energetic and a bit mischievous.

She found out how to open the peppermill tonight. A dozen little black balls of fun bounced on the kitchen table as I ran to stop her.

She's also the one who seizes my (sealed) vitamin bottles when I get home from the grocery store. I recently learned that she likes how they rattle and has been hiding them behind the couch cushions.

She's immensely concerned that everyone has their water bottles and shoes. It's just her "thing".

And tonight when she held a precious little 4 month old baby girl, she sang "Jesus loves me" with her whole heart, the way it should be sung.

She's my Eve.

My heart is full.

"And there was evening (Eve), and there was morning (Morgan). " Genesis 1, parentheses mine

Sanity

I'm cutting down on blogging because, well... you'll see that I'm the only sane one around here.

My in-laws brought the kids these Sesame characters.
And then I found them like this. Disturbing, I know.

I can't tell you how many times a day I find Eve doing a headstand.
I've never seen anything like it.

Morgan made a bathroom out of Legos. The seat of the toilet flips up and down.

Not to be outdone, Dan spent a good deal of time on a Saturday afternoon making this gumball machine out of Legos. It's a clown head... It actually works.

1. Open the head of the clown.

2. Put gumballs (or Lego pieces) into head.

3. Pull clown's nose out.

4. Catch the treat as it comes out the clown's mouth.