Shes such sweet heart lately… not that shes ever been a bad kid, but really cute, listens well, smart… and likes doing those things that in 15 years will make her dry heave. Like giving Dad a hug in public. Amy and I are throwing around the idea of rewards for chores, Eve really likes to help in all areas… doesnt even complain when I make her scrub the John with her toothbrush. But really she is very helpful and cognitive of our attitudes as well, not oblivious like a lot of children I bear witness to.
She enjoys nothing more than time out side inspecting bugs, or an hour long soak in the tub, torturing her sister with the water bucket or drowning John Smith for his willingness to help Pocahontas trade beads in the ghetto.
Evelyn’s demeanor twoard her sister is quite the Jekyl and Hide situation. With loving gental hugs swelling to a crescendo of pop your eyes out bear hugs. Her mischievious attitudes when no adult are looking, are those of… You are mine, you have always been mine, I will control your movements, make you dance like a doll that is on fire, while I rip your face from your head. Similar to what I would imagine a drill instructor in the late 1960s would have treated any new recruits on his first day at basic training.
But they are both alive and well and thats all that matters. I cant wait for the nail pulling and hair scratching, er is that right? Tomorrow or in Chris-land whenever I get to it.. Daughter V2.0