Beesth

I took this picture pre-forehead injury but I'm just now getting around to posting it.  This image is mostly for me, so I can remember.

This is how I see Evelyn, every day, same time, same place.  The minute we get home from walking Sam to school, Evie heaves herself up on the couch and asks for "Beesth" and we watch a couple episodes before starting our day.  This is not only her favorite show, it's the only show she'll watch when Sam's not around.  It's really called "The Hive", but we call it "Bees".  It's on Netflix and it's about a hive of little English bees, so of course, Mommy loves it, too.  If you ask Evie which bee is her favorite she'll tell you, "Rubeeee!".  I'll tell her Jasper the wasp is my favorite and she always replies, "No! Jas naughtyyyyy!" complete with a little British inflection.  She's right.  He's a naughty little wasp.

Homework

First homework assignment!  The project directions were to work with your mom or dad to make your child cut-out look like you.  We made sure we got his new blue shoes on there and put an Elephant and Piggie book in one hand.  It was like pulling teeth to get it done.  I finally said, "Dude. You've got sixteen years (or more) of homework ahead of you.  This is nothing.  Now glue your googly eyes."

Sparkle

Just a few photos of Evie's beautiful, sparkly bandaid.  No hiding this boo-boo.  You can see her coming a mile away!

Fall Wall

WARNING:

Do not proceed if you're squeamish about blood and boo-boos!

Well, we made it almost six years.  Five-plus years of parenting and this was our first trip to the emergency room.  Evie fell last Saturday while we were playing at Gram and Pops' house, and managed to slam the very middle of her head right on the edge of where two walls meet.  It made an awful sound.  She didn't trip over anything; just over her toddler-self, I guess.  Quite honestly, we're all shocked she almost made it to two-years-old before having an accident, as active as she is.  Pops found her first, just as I was running to her, and he picked her up and passed her to me, blood running down her forehead.

We tried an after-hours children's urgent care place first, but they sent us over to Children's Medical.  She cried for a while and then perked up a bit on the drive over.  Having Gram in the back seat sure was a nice distraction for her.  She was fine in the room while we were waiting for the nurses to stitch her up, but as soon as any hospital staff came in the room she cried.  Playing peek-a-boo with Daddy and wearing his glasses helped pass the time a little bit.  While Evie and Daddy and I played in the hospital room, Sam and Gram and Pops colored some pictures for her in the waiting area and took a walk on the hospital grounds.  We had to keep him busy - he was definitely a bit shaken-up and worried about his baby sister.

As you can see from the pictures, this cut was a doozy.  It took six stitches and there's very likely to be a scar.  Lots of Mederma and sunscreen for a while, too.  But she was excellent during the stitching.  She spent the whole time screaming "Mama", pausing only once to beg, "Please stop", but she didn't squirm too much and the nurses kept saying how great she was doing for someone her age.  I stayed with her under the little paper sheet they put over her face, so she could see one of us, and Daddy watched the stitching, giving me updates as they worked.  He held on to me, too, keeping me calm since it's really hard to hear your baby cry for you like that.

A few days after her accident, Evie and I were playing on the couch and she looked at me and said "Gram. Pops. House. Fall. Waaaallll!".  So far, that was the only time she said anything like that about her injury, and that pretty much summed it up!

We're proud of her for being so brave and hope she'll do this well the next time, too.  Because knowing our crazy Evie-girl, there will be a next time!

Art Project

Contact paper and colorful paper shapes kept these two busy one morning.  They look pretty when the sun shines through them, too.  Evie keeps going over to Sam's, saying, "Sam made 'dis!"