What else have we been up to?

A few weeks ago, we cut Evie's long locks. Greg said he thought it would be fun for summer, but I was hesitant because she had such beautiful long hair. So I gave her the choice...I said, "do want to keep your long pretty princess hair or cut it short? (okay, so I was trying to sway her my way) She quickly answered, "short like yours". So, I took her to a real salon--because I had a coupon--and because she wanted the whole deal...wash, cut, style. She was perma-grin the entire time. The girl cut off like 5 inches, and it made me a little sad, but she loved it and after a couple days, I realized I loved it too. I just think she looks too old, but Greg reminded me that hair will grow!

Cute...

And Sassy! I used to have to put her in poses, but now she comes up with her own!

Then about a week ago, my mom came to visit from Arizona. With Evie being the only granddaughter, my mom comes up at least twice a year, and we have so much fun with her. We started out with a trip to Chucky Cheese. When I take Evie (and when I say "when", I mean the one time I've taken her :)), she gets a few dollars worth of tokens and we call it good--but with Grandma, she got all the tokens she wanted and we even sampled the pizza. And just a head's up, one tiny pizza costs nearly as much as 2 Little Caesars pizzas and it tastes like cardboard with plain tomato sauce and a sprinkle of cheap cheese. But the upside is, while you eat, you get to watch a band of poorly-made robots from the 80's sing and dance...c'mon, they are definitely making enough money to upgrade their technology! -------It was a good time, though :)!There was a birthday party going on, so we got to see the real Chucky. Evie was so excited! I felt a little awkward letting her go up with the birthday kids that we didn't know, but when I saw a lady, also not from the group, take like 27 pictures of her baby kissing Chucky's nose (which is probably filthy), I didn't feel as bad. It's okay to have bad etiquette as long as there's someone there, who has worse etiquette...less eyes on you :) The next day, we took a trip to Build-a-Bear. We always let Evie look around in there, but we never buy anything because it's too expensive. It kills Greg, though, when we look over and she's got one of the sample bears and she's brushing it and cleaning it in the little pretend shower. So, after my mom watched her for a minute, she decided to buy one for her. Evie was so excited. I think that up to that point, she didn't even know that buying was an option. So they got the bear, and the little heart, and the clothes, and my mom even recorded her voice to put inside. Evie loved it!

Here are the 3 generations! You'd think Evie was my little sister by how much more she looks like my mom than me!

And this was the scene the night before mom left. She's usually sad and then gets over it quickly, but this time she cried for like 3 days--and I thought the voice in the bear would help, but when she would listen to it, big tears would well up in her eyes and she would lose it again. It just broke my heart. She's fine now, though. That's just life, living away from grandparents. I just feel lucky that we live close to Greg's parents so she can have at least half her grandparents close by.