Abstract art...

When I came to pick up Evie from preschool on Monday she had created the following:


I asked her what it was and her teacher told her to show me... so she started running around and around it. Any guesses as to what it is supposed to be? For the answer, click on the image, the image title will let you know. (She was so proud of her creation that taking the picture with my phone turned out to be the only way I could get her to clean it up)

Happy Father's Day!

Storyteller

Evie has become quite the storyteller/grand master of pretend lately. She creates these elaborate scenarios and then plays them out with whatever materials she can find. Sometimes its legos doubling as princesses sometimes its spoons constituting a cat family on vacation.

On Monday night after her bath she decided that she wanted to pretend she was a Barbie. Apparently the first step toward Barbie-dom is a fancy hair-do... so for the first time ever she actually sat still while I attempted to do a "fancy" hair do for her (you can see in the pictures that it didn't work out so well for me but she was happy so that's all that really matters) Evie-barbie then needed to get dressed "fancy" and then she wanted to get into a Barbie Box. We didn't have any large pink boxes handy so a split open file box would have to do. She then wanted to see what she looked like as a Barbie In A Box so we took pictures...


I then told her that I could make it really look like she was a Barbie in the box so while she painted in the other room I put together this for her (Yes it is Skipper, not Barbie but Evie can't read yet and I just couldn't bring myself to put her head on the top of a real Barbie...)

Finally after playing like Barbie in a box for awhile she ran out of the room proclaiming that she had a good idea, and came back like this:


In case you can't tell that is Evie pretending she is Daddy :)

Little Ballerina

Although it is incredibly difficult to make myself sit down and write right now (I am 400 pages into an incredibly engrossing 800 page book... why do I do this to myself?) Write I must because Evie had a pretty big weekend last weekend.

Starting last Wednesday she rehearsed every evening from 5-8 at the theater for the big dance performance for her dance studio. She was (briefly) in two numbers, ballet and tap. She vacillated between being very excited to be on stage and a little bit nervous about it (I learned the hard way that me being backstage was a bad idea) In the end though she gave two stellar performances on Saturday and then again on Sunday. (And in case you are interested the thumb turns out to be an important accessory to dancing... she sucked it for part of her tap routine one night, until she realized that she was supposed to be using both hands) I am afraid my low light photography leaves something to be desired so I don't really have any good pics of her dancing but I do have a few of the before and aftermath. The first is from her dance studio (Evie is the little one on the far right) and is of all of the dancers after the have practiced their "run for the rose" the second is from our friend Kwan whose daughter was also in Evie's dance class...




The highlight though was at the very end getting to run out and bow and get a rose from the head of the studio Miss Cecily. We have been treating that rose like royalty ever since...

Grand Canyon

Last weekend for our anniversary Patrick and I left Evie for four nights (and five days) with my parents. We both were a little sad to go camping without her but I must say we maximized our childless time with lots of hiking and almost sleeping in...


We spend three nights on the north rim of the Grand Canyon (an 8 hour drive from Tucson) at the most amazing camp site, pretty literally on the edge of the canyon. The first night was wicked windy and cold (well below freezing) and the next morning my fingers got so cold I was shoving them in the air vents of the subaru on our way to the trail head just to try to regain feeling in them. Our first day we decided to hike a little over 4.5 miles down into the canyon to a place called Roaring Spring. The over 9 mile round trip hike turned out to be a real butt-kicker, over 3,000 feet elevation change both up and then down. The next day we thought we would keep our legs from getting too sore (whose bright idea was that?) and did another 10 mile hike along the rim. Needless to say, by Monday we both could hardly walk but were darn happy with our lot in life.


On Monday we drove around to the South Rim and stayed at the El Tovar. The coolest part about that was being at the park both late at night and early in the morning. We took a walk at around 10:30 pm and came out of the hotel to see a huge 8-point buck grazing on the grass in front of the hotel. Tuesday morning, while Patrick slept in a little, I took a walk along the rim and saw maybe two or three other people. Compared to the throngs of folks that are there during normal hours it was glorious. All in all we both decided that taking trips on our own are great, even if every little kid we saw made us miss ours....