Eva made up a new song. These are the lyrics:
Ninety-one, skip a few
Time to clean the living room
Go to school, drive the car
Don't forget to brush your teeth.
I thought it was a great snapshot into the things that are important in her world.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Never before seen pictures
I have some pictures from this summer that I never posted. They're cute, so I will post them even though they are a little older. 
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Startling...
So, when I picked Eva up from daycare today, one of the workers told me how another little boy declared today that Eva and another girl are his girlfriends. I thought it was an amusing story, until I got Eva in the car and asked her how her day was. Her reply included the self-same boy who declared Eva was one of his girlfriends, "Roman put a baby in my tummy." I chose against the response that included screaching breaks, and asked her, "What kind of baby, dear?" I was relieved to find out it was a stuffed puppy dog that she carried around under her shirt for a portion of the day. It isn't that I really thought that she was saying what it sounded like she was saying, it's just that I didn't expect to hear my 3-year old girl say that... at all. And I had to post the story, because in a few years it will highly embarrass both of them, and I couldn't pass up the opportunity.
Eva also asked me today... "I want to feed a whale. Will you let me do that please, some time?" I told her the next time I had a whale at my disposal, she could feed it. I'd like to see that myself.
We had another conversation similar to one we've had before. It went like, "Roman say poop today. Jack say poop too. I didn't say poop, Jami didn't hear me say poop. Aiden told Jami that
Roman say poop, and Jack say poop, but I didn't tell her that they say poop." Can you guess what word it is that Eva isn't supposed to say, because it is a potty word? I wonder if there's possibly any more ways she can not say that particular word that she isn't supposed to say.
Tonight Eva was using Granny's printed paper towels as pretend maps. After the third map came out of Granny's room, and Eva was heading back for her fourth "map" Granny told Eva that if she wanted to continue using paper towels as maps she should go upstairs and get one of mommy's. Eva stopped, looked at Granny and declared, "Those not your paper towels, they belong to my mommy." And off she went to get another one of Granny's. Mom thought it was histerical to be "bested" by the three-year-old.
Eva also asked me today... "I want to feed a whale. Will you let me do that please, some time?" I told her the next time I had a whale at my disposal, she could feed it. I'd like to see that myself.
We had another conversation similar to one we've had before. It went like, "Roman say poop today. Jack say poop too. I didn't say poop, Jami didn't hear me say poop. Aiden told Jami that
Roman say poop, and Jack say poop, but I didn't tell her that they say poop." Can you guess what word it is that Eva isn't supposed to say, because it is a potty word? I wonder if there's possibly any more ways she can not say that particular word that she isn't supposed to say.
Tonight Eva was using Granny's printed paper towels as pretend maps. After the third map came out of Granny's room, and Eva was heading back for her fourth "map" Granny told Eva that if she wanted to continue using paper towels as maps she should go upstairs and get one of mommy's. Eva stopped, looked at Granny and declared, "Those not your paper towels, they belong to my mommy." And off she went to get another one of Granny's. Mom thought it was histerical to be "bested" by the three-year-old.
Sad news...
David learned late last night that his father passed away on Wednesday. He's leaving for the funeral this weekend.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
My little boy...
Yes, Eva still is determined to be a little boy. I don't quite know what to think about it or do about it. I tell her often that I am sad because I always wanted a little girl. She tells me that, "I'll be a girl tomorrow." But "tomorrow" never seems to actually materialize. Unless of course, it is to her benefit. For example, I am told by her daycare teacher that when she tells them "Girls, come help me ... while the boys are ..." that Eva insists she is a girl so she can do whatever it is that the girls are doing. This confirms my suspicions that being a boy is more about her strategy to get to do whatever she wants then it is about really being a boy.
She's been making up her own songs a lot lately also--Eva sings constantly. This morning she made up a song about a fly that was sad because a spider went down the bed. It was an engaging tune, albeit with somewhat strange lyrics. She also held a lengthy discourse with the cat regarding how to properly shake hands. I've been told that at daycare, she is a little teacher who is fond of telling the other kids exactly what to do, and how to do it. This morning she brought some pebbles and a shell (that we collected on the beach in Seattle) to school with her today. She wanted to show her friends how she could build a house for the clam with the rocks. She is re-creating her beach experience, I think.
So, Eva covers her mouth when she giggles. It is very much a Chinese cultural thing, that not a single person in our home or circle of friends does. I find it interesting, and really cute. The question I have is this: Is it genetic, or did she observe the behavior as a baby and it influenced her enough that she still does it? Eva does notice her race also, sort of...more then I expected her to at 3 years old, anyway. A few weeks ago she informed me that she was tan, and her friend wasn't. I asked her about me, and she told me that I was tan too. I'm not sure if it's misunderstanding or wishful thinking. Also, we ran into another family at Walmart who has a Chinese daughter that Eva had never met before. We didn't say anything about her daugthter's race, adoption, etc. As we walked away, Eva looks at me and says, "She is Chinese like me." It wasn't a question. I didn't realize that she had put it together so much. She is noticiing, but she is also accepting that it isn't anything strange to have a family of mixed race...to her it is completely normal. I think it helps that we know other families who are the same as us.
She's been making up her own songs a lot lately also--Eva sings constantly. This morning she made up a song about a fly that was sad because a spider went down the bed. It was an engaging tune, albeit with somewhat strange lyrics. She also held a lengthy discourse with the cat regarding how to properly shake hands. I've been told that at daycare, she is a little teacher who is fond of telling the other kids exactly what to do, and how to do it. This morning she brought some pebbles and a shell (that we collected on the beach in Seattle) to school with her today. She wanted to show her friends how she could build a house for the clam with the rocks. She is re-creating her beach experience, I think.
So, Eva covers her mouth when she giggles. It is very much a Chinese cultural thing, that not a single person in our home or circle of friends does. I find it interesting, and really cute. The question I have is this: Is it genetic, or did she observe the behavior as a baby and it influenced her enough that she still does it? Eva does notice her race also, sort of...more then I expected her to at 3 years old, anyway. A few weeks ago she informed me that she was tan, and her friend wasn't. I asked her about me, and she told me that I was tan too. I'm not sure if it's misunderstanding or wishful thinking. Also, we ran into another family at Walmart who has a Chinese daughter that Eva had never met before. We didn't say anything about her daugthter's race, adoption, etc. As we walked away, Eva looks at me and says, "She is Chinese like me." It wasn't a question. I didn't realize that she had put it together so much. She is noticiing, but she is also accepting that it isn't anything strange to have a family of mixed race...to her it is completely normal. I think it helps that we know other families who are the same as us.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Misc...
Okay... I'm ready to start blogging again. Sorry for the break, but I needed to focus on other things for a while.
So, the world according to Eva... This morning she informed me that boys are suppose to go through doors before girls, but that girls are suppose to lead when you dance.
About a week ago, she had a conversation with Granny that went somethign like this. "Look Granny, this is Abraham." (pointing at a picture of Abraham) "Yes it is, Eva. Do you know where Abraham lived?" to which Eva said that she didn't. So Granny asked her, "Who was Abraham's wife?" Eva didn't know again and told Granny so, but obviously didn't like the inquisition, because she lifted her chin and looked back at Granny and asked, "Who is Sarah's mom and dad?" Granny told Eva that she didn't know. Eva responded with a triumphal, gloating tone, "See... you don't know either." Apparantly she didn't want to be the only one who didn't know stuff.
Some changes since we got back from vacation. Eva's started going to Sunday school with the other kids instead of insisting that she stay with David and I. She's become a little leader at daycare, and is very good at telling the other kids what they should be doing, etc. She still thinks she's a boy (okay, that's not a change) and she is still challenging me on a regular basis (that's not really a change, either).
We've been celebrating birthdays this week at our house. Granny's was first, and Eva got her a rock and a stick for her birthday. She picked them out herself and wrapped them up. Then she showed Granny how she was supposed to used them (slide the stick on the rock, not hit it) to make music. She also picked out a helium filled "Kung Fu Panda" balloon for Granny. But, I don't think Granny has yet to actually hold or see it. Eva pretty much decided that Granny would rather she play with it for her, instead of playing with it herself.
Granny has been playing games on the Wii with Eva, and she's getting better at them. She also has let Eva play on her old Nintendo system. Do you all remember the Duck hunt game? Eva does pretty good at it... she can shoot at least 8 of the 10 ducks in the first level. It's very cute watching her play it. Only this morning, she got up at about 5:00 a.m. so that she could go down and wake Granny up to let her play a game. Ahh... the trials (and blessings) of being a live-in Granny.
So, the world according to Eva... This morning she informed me that boys are suppose to go through doors before girls, but that girls are suppose to lead when you dance.
About a week ago, she had a conversation with Granny that went somethign like this. "Look Granny, this is Abraham." (pointing at a picture of Abraham) "Yes it is, Eva. Do you know where Abraham lived?" to which Eva said that she didn't. So Granny asked her, "Who was Abraham's wife?" Eva didn't know again and told Granny so, but obviously didn't like the inquisition, because she lifted her chin and looked back at Granny and asked, "Who is Sarah's mom and dad?" Granny told Eva that she didn't know. Eva responded with a triumphal, gloating tone, "See... you don't know either." Apparantly she didn't want to be the only one who didn't know stuff.
Some changes since we got back from vacation. Eva's started going to Sunday school with the other kids instead of insisting that she stay with David and I. She's become a little leader at daycare, and is very good at telling the other kids what they should be doing, etc. She still thinks she's a boy (okay, that's not a change) and she is still challenging me on a regular basis (that's not really a change, either).
We've been celebrating birthdays this week at our house. Granny's was first, and Eva got her a rock and a stick for her birthday. She picked them out herself and wrapped them up. Then she showed Granny how she was supposed to used them (slide the stick on the rock, not hit it) to make music. She also picked out a helium filled "Kung Fu Panda" balloon for Granny. But, I don't think Granny has yet to actually hold or see it. Eva pretty much decided that Granny would rather she play with it for her, instead of playing with it herself.
Granny has been playing games on the Wii with Eva, and she's getting better at them. She also has let Eva play on her old Nintendo system. Do you all remember the Duck hunt game? Eva does pretty good at it... she can shoot at least 8 of the 10 ducks in the first level. It's very cute watching her play it. Only this morning, she got up at about 5:00 a.m. so that she could go down and wake Granny up to let her play a game. Ahh... the trials (and blessings) of being a live-in Granny.
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