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Jun. 17th, 2009 08:26 pmForrest Gump is mean. Really, really mean. It's so mean that it made me cry, and cry, and cry this afternoon. (Evie says: Mommy so sad! and then wanders off to find something more interesting to do, like pee in the floor.) It's kind of embarrassing, really. I always found it to be a pretty sad movie, but I don't recollect that I cried most all of the way through it any other time I've seen it. Poor Forrest.. but it's always Jenny that makes me cry. I think that having a baby of my own makes her character even sadder. How could anyone be gifted with a sweet and wonderful little girl and then do such horrid things to her? It's just beyond my comprehension.
So yeah. I am a hormonal ball of goo. What else is new?
Right now, the kids are playing in the garage. Have I mentioned that Evelyn adores hanging out with M in the garage and the basement? It's the craziest thing. She knows not to bother asking me to take her, but as soon as M comes home, she is hanging on him begging to "go garage". We think she prefers the basement but she usually asks for the garage first. M has been able to get some work done, and he's been able to do a lot of cleaning up and straightening up that he normally doesn't feel like doing when he gets a chance to go play in his workshop rooms, so it's been great that way. It's still a pretty limited set of things he can and can't do while she's there, though, so it's not completely practical, and also... we kind of like to do other things, upon occasion, but she is constantly requesting that he take her there instead. Still, it's funny. They've been out there twenty minutes, though I hear them coming in right now. We didn't want to have a super girly-girl, so it's good progress on that front.
Speaking of girly-girl items, Evie got her toenails painted for the first time this morning. She likes them. She was really good, and sat very still for me while I did it and for a long time afterwards while they dried. I told her what I was going to do, and then I clipped all her nails (fingers and toes) while we were talking about the upcoming painting. She was sitting there watching me, and then suddenly leaned her head on my shoulder and said, "SO HAPPY." *giggle* It was cute. Also, she recently had a meltdown crying fit over wanting earrings like Sissy. No, certainly not girly, our baby.
At some point, we're really going to have to stop calling her a baby. I mean, she actually refers to herself as "the baby" most of the time. "DADDY HOLD THE BABY!" And she's over two, after all! But... eh. She'll be a baby to me until she's fifty, I imagine. :)
So yeah. I am a hormonal ball of goo. What else is new?
Right now, the kids are playing in the garage. Have I mentioned that Evelyn adores hanging out with M in the garage and the basement? It's the craziest thing. She knows not to bother asking me to take her, but as soon as M comes home, she is hanging on him begging to "go garage". We think she prefers the basement but she usually asks for the garage first. M has been able to get some work done, and he's been able to do a lot of cleaning up and straightening up that he normally doesn't feel like doing when he gets a chance to go play in his workshop rooms, so it's been great that way. It's still a pretty limited set of things he can and can't do while she's there, though, so it's not completely practical, and also... we kind of like to do other things, upon occasion, but she is constantly requesting that he take her there instead. Still, it's funny. They've been out there twenty minutes, though I hear them coming in right now. We didn't want to have a super girly-girl, so it's good progress on that front.
Speaking of girly-girl items, Evie got her toenails painted for the first time this morning. She likes them. She was really good, and sat very still for me while I did it and for a long time afterwards while they dried. I told her what I was going to do, and then I clipped all her nails (fingers and toes) while we were talking about the upcoming painting. She was sitting there watching me, and then suddenly leaned her head on my shoulder and said, "SO HAPPY." *giggle* It was cute. Also, she recently had a meltdown crying fit over wanting earrings like Sissy. No, certainly not girly, our baby.
At some point, we're really going to have to stop calling her a baby. I mean, she actually refers to herself as "the baby" most of the time. "DADDY HOLD THE BABY!" And she's over two, after all! But... eh. She'll be a baby to me until she's fifty, I imagine. :)
