Two Eva-cdotes, as she's sleeping
Sep. 5th, 2008 12:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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(And wow is it easy to put her to nap. I didn't realize before, but I'm comparing her to Ana at that age and - wow.)
After Ana left for school, Evangeline spent some time pretending I was the baby. She tucked me in to Jenn's bed, read me a story, and asked if I wanted to watch TV - Jenn has a TV, it's just not hooked up so it's only used for DVDs. My mother's TV is totally defunct right now, even with the color off everything is green :(
So she pretended to turn it on with her "mote" - and oh, no! "C'y, Connie! It's a cawwy show!" (Her clarity has gone down some in recent months as her fluency as gone up.)
So I "cried" and she came over and hugged me and patted me and went "there, there". Then she walked over to the TV, stood right in front of it, changed her voice some and went - "HI! I'm Dowa! This is Boots! Do you... do you want to do something? It's not cawwy!"
Too funny. Though I just may hide those Dora workbooks my mother got her.
Evangeline was sitting on the toilet, and we were talking. (She'd been there a while, and I was bored.)
She asked me when we'd go to pick up Ana, and I said around 3.
E: "But not her teacher, right?"
Me: "No, not her teacher. We don't pick up the teacher."
E: Yeah, that would be silly! *giggles*
Me: Where does her teacher live, do you think?
E: In her teacher-room.
Me: Oh.
E: No, I think she lives in her house. She lives in her house, Connie.
Me: Oh, that makes sense.
E: And teachers don't go to bed! (I forgot, Jenn, to tell you to transcribe this, but I recall it now.)
Me: They don't? Where does she sleep?
E: *whispering* She sleeps in a CRIB! But I sleep in a hammock. We sleep in hammocks, and I slept in a crib when I was a baby.
So there you have it. Teachers live in houses, but sleep in cribs. Or something :)
Oh, and listen. A word to the wise. Yesterday, I did Evangeline's hair more or less like this. I was inspired, and it is a practical hairstyle, it didn't really frizz much overnight. Isn't it cool?
Now, Evangeline is a very cute child. And her hair really *was* adorable, no denying.
But here's the thing. Evangeline doesn't go up to you and touch your hair. And it's not just because she's not tall enough - I don't do that either, because I know that just randomly touching strangers is weird and really rude. So do me a favor? When I don't know you, and she doesn't know you, and it's not like we've even so much as given you directions or anything? Don't touch her flipping head. That's just creepy. Especially for a grown person to be pulling that. WTF? You don't just randomly go and randomly touch other people's kids for no reason whatsoever. That's just... it's not done. Even if her hair really cute, please - no. Just no.
After Ana left for school, Evangeline spent some time pretending I was the baby. She tucked me in to Jenn's bed, read me a story, and asked if I wanted to watch TV - Jenn has a TV, it's just not hooked up so it's only used for DVDs. My mother's TV is totally defunct right now, even with the color off everything is green :(
So she pretended to turn it on with her "mote" - and oh, no! "C'y, Connie! It's a cawwy show!" (Her clarity has gone down some in recent months as her fluency as gone up.)
So I "cried" and she came over and hugged me and patted me and went "there, there". Then she walked over to the TV, stood right in front of it, changed her voice some and went - "HI! I'm Dowa! This is Boots! Do you... do you want to do something? It's not cawwy!"
Too funny. Though I just may hide those Dora workbooks my mother got her.
Evangeline was sitting on the toilet, and we were talking. (She'd been there a while, and I was bored.)
She asked me when we'd go to pick up Ana, and I said around 3.
E: "But not her teacher, right?"
Me: "No, not her teacher. We don't pick up the teacher."
E: Yeah, that would be silly! *giggles*
Me: Where does her teacher live, do you think?
E: In her teacher-room.
Me: Oh.
E: No, I think she lives in her house. She lives in her house, Connie.
Me: Oh, that makes sense.
E: And teachers don't go to bed! (I forgot, Jenn, to tell you to transcribe this, but I recall it now.)
Me: They don't? Where does she sleep?
E: *whispering* She sleeps in a CRIB! But I sleep in a hammock. We sleep in hammocks, and I slept in a crib when I was a baby.
So there you have it. Teachers live in houses, but sleep in cribs. Or something :)
Oh, and listen. A word to the wise. Yesterday, I did Evangeline's hair more or less like this. I was inspired, and it is a practical hairstyle, it didn't really frizz much overnight. Isn't it cool?
Now, Evangeline is a very cute child. And her hair really *was* adorable, no denying.
But here's the thing. Evangeline doesn't go up to you and touch your hair. And it's not just because she's not tall enough - I don't do that either, because I know that just randomly touching strangers is weird and really rude. So do me a favor? When I don't know you, and she doesn't know you, and it's not like we've even so much as given you directions or anything? Don't touch her flipping head. That's just creepy. Especially for a grown person to be pulling that. WTF? You don't just randomly go and randomly touch other people's kids for no reason whatsoever. That's just... it's not done. Even if her hair really cute, please - no. Just no.
