This is a video that I just found on my hard drive. I had put it together a few years ago, from when Lila was painting (it washes off) in the bathtub. On the first clip, you can see her mouthing “Where my hand go, Mommy?” She hides her hand under the towel.
We spent Friday night and Saturday up in Kentwood, near Grand Rapids. My parents came down to visit. We stayed at Lisa (sister) and Dave Pollock’s place.
I had the girls this weekend, and before I brought them back this evening, we went for kiddie-coffee at a Beaners. Or,
the B as Lila calls it. Kiddie-coffee is, of course, a vanilla steamer, not too hot.
So, we sat around the table, sharing a lemon scone, the girls dipping their fingers into the foam on top of the steamers, and telling stories. I finished the Wash-ching-geka story about the ant-monster—Lila filled in some parts—and Eva, my two year old, hopped onto my lap and began her story.
“Once upon a time, a monster!” She growled and arched her fingers up in the air. “And a girl monster! Arrrrr!” she said, louder. Her nose wrinkled and she made a scary face at Lila. Lila looked at me in mock-shock. “And then…” she began to babble for a minute and she and Lila began to giggle.
“I thirsty,” said she, and reached for her steamer. Spoken like a true story-teller. Wore her throat right out.
You know when you lie back to take a little rest and you wake up eight hours later?
That was me, last night. I finally had the girls in bed, and I wanted to get some laundry going and do some client related work.
But, I was really feeling a little groggy. So, I laid down, with the intention of getting up when Chey got home. She was out doing some work for LCC. Well, apparently I didn’t notice when Chey came in.
My eyes opened again at about 6:30 AM, and as I looked at the clock, I could hear the city bus that I was supposed to be on, zooming down Waverly Road behind our house.
It was a not-so-good start to what has been a surprisingly decent day. And, now I get to do a class that I’ve not taught before: Angel Groups. It’s training on using the groups features in Angel, an online course management system.
I was just eating dinner with Lila and she asked where I was born, as we had been talking about grandparents and how Chey and I are the children of Lila’s grandparents.
“Way up north,” I said. She uses that phrase to tell people where Grandpa Ron and Grandma Donna live.
Lila hunched her shoulders and clutched her hands together, as if freezing. “Ooh, and it’s so so cold, and there are penguins.”
I laughed, “Well, it’s not that cold. There aren’t any penguins there, silly.”
“Well, not cold for you, but cold for the penguins. And there’s icebergs,” she says.
I’ve told her that it’s nice and warm there sometimes too, but that concept never seems to stick with her.
The girls have this uncanny ability to undermine Chey’s iBook.
A few months ago, Lila was “working” on Chey’s computer while I was reading a book. When she was done working, she had managed to move the Library directory from /Users/cheygranroth/ to /Users/cheygranroth/Documents. The tricky part was neither Chey nor I realized what had happened until later on, when Mail wouldn’t give her her messages and was acting like it was freshly installed. That, and her settings for the desktop seemed completely wrong.
Anyway, I’m typing this on her laptop in monochrome. Yes, that’s right. Eva managed to take all the color out of the display, with some arcane keyboard command combination. It’s like ^+option+command+* or something, but I haven’t been able to get the “toggle monochrome” to actually toggle.
That said, it’s kind of cool to work like this. Very retro, with a modern edge. OS X’s GUI doesn’t look all that bad in black and white. I tried to take a screen snap shot, we’ll see if it is really in monocrhome or if somehow the snapshot managed to hold color. I’ll post it at some point (Chey’s computer doesn’t have any decent image editing program that I can use to switch it out of PDF format).
For those of you who know Chey, you know she reads a lot. Really. I noticed a book in the shower this morning.
Anyway, it seems Eva is picking up Chey’s affinity for books. She can’t read yet (she only 1.5 yrs). However, she often picks books up and flips through them, mumbling to herself as though she is reading.
Case in point, I just took this photo of her about an hour ago.
“If I had my choice of being in this room or standing in the crater of an active volcano, you know which one I’d pick, don’t you?”