conversations with evelyn

Nightly, after coming out of her room a million times before bed…

Evelyn:  I’ll see you when the sun is up. (raises eyebrows)

(and then she finally stays in her bed for the night)

 

As Greg was helping her get dressed…

Evelyn:  That’s your beard?

Greg:  Yes.

Evelyn:  And your mus-bash?  I have a mus-bash. (puts finger under nose)

 

With her twin babies…

Evelyn:  I have two babies… like Auntie!

Pointing to the avocado on her plate at lunch…

Evelyn:  I want cracky pickles.

Maggie:  …

Evelyn:  I’ll show you.  (goes to cabinet and points to cracked pepper)

Maggie:  You want pepper?

Evelyn:  (nodding) Cracky pickles.

 

Taking a toy away from Henry…

Evelyn:  Merry Christmas.

 

 

busted

For a long time these two fought like cats and dogs (with little moments of sweetness sprinkled in occasionally).  Lately, things have been shifting the other way around.  This makes their parents very happy, and a little more sane.

brrr

Thursday was beautiful.  We played outside lots that morning, and Evelyn and I did a little more after Henry went down for a nap, knowing what was coming this week.

Then it got cold.  Very cold.

Then we got cabin fever, bundled up and went outside anyway.

Bundling 3 small humans takes a long time and results in a large wet pile of clothes when you come inside.  Then all the little humans want pajamas, hot chocolate, and popcorn immediately upon entering the house.  Wait, maybe that’s just me.

 

christmas break

Tomorrow Oscar goes back to school.  He’s very excited, but I’m not ready.  We just had too much fun over these two weeks (besides the epic recess fall that started our break).

First tooth lost on Christmas Eve:

Christmas at home:

Christmas at  Mamaw and Papaw’s:

Mamaw, she is still obsessed!

Christmas at Nana and Pops’:

Children’s museum:

Lego-ing:

Star Wars-ing:

Hanging out:

Goal for 2016: Update here more often, and not just pictures form Instagram.  Promise.