It’s been a little dead
around here lately and, since not from lack of events on the home front, I have
lots to blog about. Le Maestro, as I have been habitually referring to Miss E
in the web-world, has been growing like a weed. Here’s some fun facts from our
family to yours to keep you caught up to speed:
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The Buddha Belly
is all but disappearing. This is, indeed, a very sad state of affairs. To those
of whom are not familiar with Buddha Belly, this is the name we have lovingly
given Le Maestro’s heaving, chubby, blissful belly that is so frequently on
display. Whether it’s spilling over stretchy pants or being patted after a
hefty meal, Buddha Belly has graced our home throughout Le Maestro’s toddler
years. It is a sad farewell that we give to Buddha Belly, since Le Maestro is
in the bad habit lately of growing taller every day. She insists that Buddha
Belly has gone, but will always remain in her hearts, and her belly should
heretoforewith be referred to as ‘Raspberry Belly’. We are not entirely sure as
to the logic behind the name, but her decision on the matter was final.
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Le Maestro has
begun to foster, what we hope, is a long and lasting relationship with her
violin. She has lovingly dubbed it ‘Daisy’ (from Super Mario Bros., of course)
and she seems to be quite a natural at it. Of course I would say that given
that I am highly biased, but her teacher (through want of money or truth is unclear)
seems to agree with me. Her first song composed is called, ‘Eva is sweetie’. It
was a joint effort – I wrote the lyrics and Le Maestro composed the tune. She
also has been learning the piano quite efficiently and quickly. I am so proud
of the rate in which she retains new information, and this is evidenced by how quickly
she eats up my lessons – almost as fast as I can feed them to her.
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Le Maestro has
become an advocate for caterpillar and worm rights in our backyard – and birds
are her arch nemesis. Before finding out
that aforementioned birds were going to eat up all my seedlings before they had
a chance to sprout, Maestro and I spent a lot of time in the backyard digging
up earth and pulling weeds. She became enthralled with wormy and caterpillar
friends and set out to make homes for them in just the right spots in the dirt.
Sadly, she witnessed one of the birds pluck a wormy friend straight out of the
grass and gobble it up. Needless to say, Le Maestro dislikes birds and chases
them away with violent ‘Shoo’s! as quickly as she can.
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We bought Le
Maestro her first pet the other day. After deciding that our first idea for a
pet, a turtle, would be a poor choice since we hardly can expect Eva to take
her still-live turtle with her to college in 15 years, we bought a beta fish.
The fishie was promptly named Vanellope (from Wreck It Ralph, of course) and I
all-too-quickly ‘put it out of commission’. Don’t tell Le Maestro, but
temperature shock is actually a real thing and will kill your beta fish.
Seriously, do you research before you just go and pull the dump the ol’ fish
inside the bowl trick. We buried Vanellope in the back yard and had a nice
ceremony for her. She’s been replaced with a sturdier fish who goes by the name
of Fix It Felix (again, Wreck It Ralph).
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Choice FB
statuses worth mentioning:
o
I told Le Maestro that mommy was feeling sick and sore
tonight (head cold + amazing 5 hour horse back ride + nasty sunburn) and asked
who would take care of me since The Mad Scientist isnt home.
She raises her hand in the air and says "I will take care of you, mommy."
She then disappears into the kitchen and calls me
in a few minutes later for dinner. I love every single item she thoughtfully
placed on the kitchen floor for us.
Nothing says I love you like a picnic on our
kitchen floor, complete with cottage cheese, grape tomatoes, cheese strings,
Breton crackers while slathering aloe Vera on my burnt shoulders and watching
My Little Pony.
Life is grand. June
28
o
Eva, in robot voice: "I am a robot. I am from
Texas."
Me: "Texas? Why Texas?"
Eva, still in robot voice: "All robots are from
Texas. That's where the cowboys are."
Well that just raises further questions..... June 25
o
Discussion with Le Maestro tonight:
Me: Eva, can you do something for me?
Eva: sure!
Me: Can you stop growing?
Eva: Oh. Wellll... I'm sorry, Mommy. It isn't me. It's
the days that do this. That's just the way the earth works.
Me: What if I somehow stopped the days from passing? Would
you stop then?
Eva: Uhhh, Mom. That's silly. It can't be done like
that.
Eva thinks for a minute...
Well, that's not really true. If you were a genie you
could. Mom, are you a genie?
Me: Sadly,no. I'm not.
Eva: Then I MUST keep growing. I MUST. June 20
o
Tucking the maestro in tonight...
Me: "There. Now you're all snug. Like a
caterpillar in a cocoon."
Eva: "No, I'm not. Caterpillars don't stick their
heads out of cocoons, and my head is stuck out. They just have a tip on top.
And they hang. I'm not hanging. I'm not anything like a caterpillar in a
cocoon."
Well geez, if you wanna get technical... June 5
o
Despite my attempts at teaching Miss E French, she
appears to enjoy speaking in Urdu (except to her, its gibberish) more.
Eva: me ha so pee la!
Me: don't speak gibberish.
Eva, rolling her eyes: its Urdu, mom.
What's worse, the mad scientist only urges her on by
conversing back with her, since it is his native tongue. I haven't decided if
its cute or disrespectful... But it is pretty adorable hearing them jammer away
back and forth! February 21
o
While at a drive thru tonight...
Eva: Mom, what does the 24 mean?
Me: it means they are open 24 hours. That's all day.
Eva: what?? They don't sleep?!
Me: nope.
Eva: whooooaa... They just work and work and work but
then they might be really sleepy and ask where's all the beds? I don't know. Oh
no, what do we do? But then they could make beds out of bread. Because bread is
very soft. And then they make it up and up and up and then Santa comes down and
gives them aaaallll... Wait. I mixed that up. What was I saying? January 25
o
Eva: Mom, what do zombies eat?
Me: Uhhhh....
Eva: It's poop, right? Zombies eat poop?
Me: Eva, that's disgusting.
Eva: Well, what is it then?
I hesitate, not sure of how to answer.
Eva: Is it mangoes?
Me: Yes. Yes, it is.
Eva: Oooooooohhh, that's TERRIBLE!
Heck yes, the worst thing this kid can think of to eat
is mangoes. December 7
And that should put you back
up to speed! Regular blog posts are, once again, my middle-of-the-year
resolution, so check back frequently!
