more Eva-isms

Eva is sick -- again. She got over her croup finally and was healthy for about 3 days. Now, a high fever! I put her to bed at 8:30 and I can hear her in her bed singing (it's 10:20) -- what the? But at least she's not crying! Anyway, I'm frustrated and so, in an attempt to make myself feel better, I'm focusing on the positive, the things she's been doing to make me laugh:


She took some money out of her piggybank, which is usually just a plaything, and wanted to go buy something. In fact, desperately wanted to go buy something. I wanted to go to Roberts, so I told her she pick out something there. She chose glitter crayons and was absolutely giddy about her first ever purchase. The cashier was cute with her and asked her how she was doing. She said, "We measured me, and I am 37 inches!"

She was questioning whether her aqua shirt with polka dots really matched her green pants. I said, "see, look, your shirt has green dots on it," to which she replied, "those aren't green! Those are asparagus!"

One of her favorite things to say of late is that, "everything hurts." I was concerned at first -- does she have the flu? Is she achy? But she says it so frequently that now I think it might just be a ploy for attention. She told me her favorite refrain while bathing, and when I pressed her for particulars, she said, "my knees, my legs, my hips..." I laughingly asked her if she knew where her hips were, and she admitted that she did not. Hmmmm....

Recently we passed the Jordan River temple. After admiring it, she informed me that she would be getting married in that temple. Also that she would have two babies, a girl who would love pink, and a boy who would love orange. Huh. I genuinely do not remember ever thinking about getting married and having kids when I was a girl.

On Saturday, between conference sessions, she was playing with Lucas. (She's obsessed with playing with Lucas, and counts down the hours until he comes home from school.) Apparently, he did not share her vision of the game, because she was getting more and more upset. When I tried to intervene, she said, "Mom! He's doing everything wrong!" Poor guy. He really didn't know he was doing everything wrong. I wonder how many men in her life will receive such censure?

She sings constantly. Mostly she makes up songs as a running narrative to whatever she is seeing or doing. Some have improvised tunes, and others are to familiar tunes such as "Are You Sleeping" or "Twinkle Twinkle". Yesterday, however, she was singing something about "it's too late to apologize" and Marc thought it sounded familiar. I have no idea what that was about.

Today she climbed in the laundry basket (full of dirty clothes) and wanted me to carry her downstairs. I explained that, while I had been known to do that a few times when she and her brothers were tiny babies, I could no longer carry her and the basket full of clothes because she was now too heavy. I politely asked her to climb out. She got angry with me and refused to budge. I lifted her out and told her she was not being very obedient. When I came back upstairs after sorting the laundry, she told me she was sorry and gave me a big hug! That might very well have been her first spontaneous apology ever. I guess it's not too late to apologize after all!