The Monica Gene

I’ve been teasing the ‘rents lately that Evie really is my granddaughter cuz she has the Monica Gene. Like when we go to the library she has to clean up the mess the other kids leave before she plays. Or when I gave her the bag of stuff to ‘take’ to the bathroom and she puts it all away instead. And she’s been doing a fantastic job keeping her new room clean making sure everything gets put in its place. She told me tonight that her new Christmas headphones didn’t have a spot yet and I pointed out an empty pink bin. She said she was using that one as her trash. I told her I’d get her a trash can at Walmart tomorrow. She ran off to tell Mama the ‘exciting news’.  When she came back, she put her hands on her hips, looked around the room and said:

“OK, now let’s think about where to place it!”

First ‘E’ On Paper

Evie was practising her writing, making loops per Dad when I asked her if she remembered how to make an E.  I don’t know what I expected because it’s been ages and ages since I taught her the saying.  But without any hesitation she said:

“Yeah, one down, one across, one on the top and one in the middle.”

I laughed and told her she should try to do it.  She produced one and then decided since Dad’s birthday was ‘all around the corner’ she would give the paper she’d been writing on to him as a card.  She got an envelop from me, drew a stamp on it and gave it to him.  She then told us she had tried to seal it but couldn’t.  We showed her how so now he had to pretend he didn’t get it.  She left the room, did some stuff and then re-gave it to him.  She told Dad she had tried to ‘mail’ it thru the slots in the laundry room door but it didn’t work so she’d ‘mailed’ it under the door.  Too precious.

Apple Pie

While putting apples into the crust of an apple pie, some escaped and fell on the floor.  After I’d cleaned that up, I asked Evie to go get me the butter.  I then proceeded to forget to dot the pie with the butter before putting on the top crust.  We talked about the trouble I was having and she decided she was gonna help by making me a list.  She went and got this little drawing tablet she has and begin writing.  As she’s doing so, I hear:

“Butter, check.  Apples on the floor, not check”.

Faces

Mama tells this story:

“Evie was brushing her teeth and I heard her laughing like crazy.  Finally I asked her what she was laughing about.  She said ‘I was doing this?'”  (ie Making faces in the mirror and cracking herself up.)

 

 

New Arrangement

Evie’s new dollhouse is so big, I had to do some rearranging in her room for it to fit.  Dad tells this story:

“She came running out saying “Dad, you have to come see this, just come see, come see.”  Obviously very excited. Dad asked her what it was about.  She says “You just have to come see!  Nana changed it and it is soooooo glamorous!'”