Be careful, Moon

Last night on the walk, Evelyn was happy to see the moon. It has not been visible much for the last few weeks. She admonished it, "Don't go behind clouds again, moon. It's too dangerous."

Count the Butterflies

One butterfly

Two butterflies

Fun and frolic

After a beautiful March of running around outside, the first two weeks of April were very cold, and Evelyn was unhappy. Now it is warm again, and we are all joyous. Yesterday I came home early from work, after a prenatal visit. Evelyn consented to wear a dress long enough to run to the playground. There she found Oscar, the three-year-old who lives down the street. They played and played, in wood chips and mud puddles and running up and down, up and down the sidewalk together. Evelyn showed Oscar how to pee in the grass and on the sidewalk. It was a great time. The only tragedy was that it had to end, because Oscar had to go eat his dinner.

What's that poop's name?

Evelyn loves to ask everyone's name these days. Yesterday while playing in the stream, she squatted down and took a poo, producing three turds. She pointed at one and asked Nana, "What's that poop's name?" Nana had to name them: poop #1, poop #2, and poop #3. Then Evelyn tried to pick them up. Then she went home and dug into Daddy's spaghetti with her bare hands. "She washed her hands, right?" he asked plaintively. "Well, yeah," Nana replied, "in the stream."