This weekend Nathan has been away at an Art show and I've been home alone with all 5...if you can use the word "alone" and "with all 5" in the same sentence. It's been a lot of fun at times and perfectly horrible at other times-namely between 5pm and 7pm. My sweet little Eden...here she is. Just look at her little face-you just want to scrunch it all up and kiss it. I believe God made 2 year olds to be the cutest thing in the world for a very good reason....
Lately she's begun a new trick after I put her to bed. She continually gets up, and very convincingly, with much expression and hand guesturing and flashing of those big eyes, she tells me she has to use the bathroom right now-but 8 out of 10 times she doesn't. Just when you believe she's lying, you give her one last trip to the bathroom and she really does go and you're glad you believed her-but does it really have to take 7 tries? How is she able to go to the toilet 7 times and produce nothing and then suddenly "Voila?"
She'll also go down for a nap and it'll be absolutely quiet in there and an hour later, she'll walk out in Acacia's bathing suit with a dress half way on and a tea cup in hand and you'll realize that she never had a nap at all-just a tea party in odd clothing.
Eden loves nothing more than water. Because she can't go swimming every day, she tries to spend much of her day washing her hands...and then her arms, and then the tap and then the mirror and then you realize the water is running and running and there's a large puddle on the floor and you're already afraid the well is going to dry up while your husband is out of town and now it's leaked under the lino.
Eden also loves toilet paper. This weekend, I went into the bathroom and found she'd unwound and wadded up in the entire roll of toilet paper and had it in the toilet. There was no water left in the toilet-it was all absorbed in the toilet paper. I was sure the well really had gone dry and then had to fish out all of the soppy toilet paper and plunge the toilet-and the plunger kept getting stuck inside out...and there was water all over the place. That time I was thankful she hadn't gone in the toilet!
Eden has no fear. She is enjoying her little train ride-on-car this weekend. I'm having flashbacks of last month when she got her tricycle up at the top of our back stairs and was about to ride it down the wooden flight of stairs which ends in concrete. My little hero, Cowboy Levi, came along just in time and with the wisdom that surpassed his 4 years, he put his arm out and stopped her just in time. Was Eden thankful that she was saved by this wonderful brother? No. She tried to bite his arm to get him out of her way. I have spent much thankful prayer over that one, and Levi mentioned that cowboys that are heros really love ice cream.
After church, we tell everyone to go and get changed into play clothes. Eden comes out with a pinker, fluffier dress with more flowers and ribbon on it! Each night when she has to get into her pajamas, she tries to put a dress on overtop. Sometimes she comes out of her room with her dress on like a backpack with just her arms through. Today she was upset that I didn't let her wear 2 dresses at once to church!
On the heart melting side, here's what she's doing:
-at bedtime, she just kisses and kisses you-finally you have to stop her because after about 25 kisses, it's time to say good night!
-she's begun to pray very earnestly, but she doesn't seem to be using words-just the sounds and it really is very well done
-she can really dance! You should see her-she always begins on her hands and knees with her head buried and comes up like a flower-just like Acacia's dance performance. She does this many times in her dance, and takes many bows.
-Nobody says "Maaa-maaaa" quite as sofly and cutely as Eden
Here she is...the face of a 2 year old...
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