Pictures . . . as promised

Whether or not they'll live up to the hype remains to be seen.

A couple of weeks ago, before the move. Evelyn went temporarily missing. I had been doing something (packing, probably) and turned around and couldn't see my daughter anywhere (and given that our living space was basically one long room, this was worrisome). I asked Andrew where she was, and he didn't know either. I ran to the stairs (her newest favorite haunt); she wasn't there either. I finally heard some squeaking behind the brown recliner, and discovered Evelyn, happily perched in Andrew's underwear drawer.


We blogged last week about Emi's princess party. Here are a couple of pictures of the beautiful princesses--Andrew was the only non-sibling boy at the party, and, since his costumes were all packed, he couldn't wear his prince/knight costume either. However, he wasn't stymied by this for long: a few minutes into the party, he disappeared upstairs. He reappeared a few minutes later wearing Emi's yellow Belle shoes, which he wore for the rest of the party. Funny boy.

Incidentally, my mom made the beautiful white dress that Emi is wearing here. Emi's dad also made her a lovely teal velvet and white satin dress, so she must have been in little girl princess heaven.

In true modern princess spirit, Jeni encouraged the kids to act out a heroic princess line, where the princesses were supposed to rescue the frog "prince" from the dragon. I love this picture of Emi, who threw herself into attacking the "dragon." I also loved that Jeni read the kids some less traditional princess stories--a CTR ("Choose the Right") Cinderella, and the Paper Bag Princess (a must read for anyone who doesn't like the traditional helpless princess narratives). If girls want to dress up as princesses, I say let them. But let them be independent, resourceful, strong-minded princesses!
Here's Andrew during the freeze dance--I don't think those plastic shoes can be easy to jump in, but Andrew managed it. (If you enlarge this picture, I'm also struck here by how much Andrew looks like his cousin Joshua.)


Our new house has a full length mirror in the entry way. Evelyn discovered it the other day and made an instant new friend. She spent a good fifteen-twenty minutes kissing and patting and chattering to Evelyn-in-the-mirror. Andrew, of course, had to get in the action, and now I have a perfect nose and mouth print about three feet up on the mirror that I still need to clean off. (Evelyn's prints, of course, were all smudged together.)


We've been impressed this past week with Evelyn's cousin Leo's passion for food. He two fists everything put in front of him and muscles it into his mouth as fast as he can. Evelyn seems to have been inspired by his example to finally start eating real people food on a regular basis--however, she takes dainty little bites out of her food and picks up each morsel carefully in a delicate little pincer grip. Not quite as fascinating to watch as Leo's performances, but still cute in her own way.



Playing dress-up this morning before church.


Andrew wanted me to take a picture of him jumping. It only took five or six takes to get this. (I'm not the world's greatest photographer).