One of the things that strikes everyone about Eva is how good-natured she is. Yesterday, for example, the pediatrician commented that she was the happiest double-ear-infection patient she'd ever seen. Still, as she's gotten older she's gotten opinionated about a few things, which occasionally leads to scenes like this one. They're all the more remarkable for how rare they are.
From Christmas. Even at the times I am most vexed by Jason's childishness--trying to get him to take his medicine tonight, for example--I am still grateful for the ways in which he is a child. We have actual conversations nowadays, and I can already feel him bursting at the seams to be taken seriously. He's just like I was at his age. I wonder if that will last.
When we were at the zoo this weekend, it was cool enough that we put Eva's sweater over her like a blanket. To hear your average San Diegan talk about our current weather, you'd think that she'd have had icicles forming on her eyelashes.
(I talk about "average San Diegans" as though I'm any better. Of course I've been bitching about the cold, too.)