she's killer diller when she's dressed to the hilt

the sole purpose of this post is to horrify eve's grandmothers.

eve is such a good girl.

everything that happens will happen today

we saw david byrne play a great show on saturday (shout out to the in-laws for superior eve-sitting!). the show was split about evenly between mainstream talking heads songs and the new album he did with brian eno (eponymous with this post's title). we enjoyed ourselves very much save for one very odd regret. both of us wished that we had brought eve with us. she had been grooving to all of the right concert-preparation albums, and did her funky eve-dance for all the right reasons. we thought eve-sie could have surely picked up a few more bops and grooves from the show. next time, we're buying some baba-size earplugs and hauling this pups to the show.

turn on your radio, baby, listen to my song

on wednesday this week, the evester got picked up from her wonderful, magical daycare (wmd from now on) by her papa. he called me on the way home to let me know that eve looked like she was 'kate bush on tour in the eighties.' i didn't know what that would mean until i saw her, and then once i saw the outfit created at wmd, it seemed totally obvious--the perfect description.

in honor of this sartorial strategy, we put some music on the big speakers and let the babski have at those towers of song. this kid loves her music, as you can see.

she also LOVES her uncle ty. he exudes some sort of magical quality that makes him evesie's number one priority when they're in the same room. seriously, she couldn't get enough of this guy over the weekend. it was utterly adorable.

the last three pictures are from wmd. the evester is doing her pretty smile for larisa and sergei now, so that's pretty awesome. i still can't believe how ridiculously happy she is all the time. it's a good thing i have over three thousand photos on my computer to consult if ever i'm in doubt. gosh, i love her.

inside the gates of eden

this pups woke up in one fabulous mood this morning and hasn't stopped. one fascinating aspect of this mood includes a complete dependence on all things poppa-related, and next to no time for her mother. very funny, and very exhausting. i'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that i shoveled donut holes down her maw while e-$ showered. no, i think it is a simple genetic preference.

so we grabbed this pups and hauled her to an apple orchard. appropriately, eve-sie showed a deep love for apples, gnawing on one while we sauntered among jonathans, cortlands, and other varieties. i kept remembering the scene from prince caspian, when the pevensies find themselves among the scattered ruins of cair paravel and roast apples over a fire. unfortunately, we were not able to find narnian ruins. i suppose aslan's gift to us was a beautiful day and one happy old baba.

also, a horse bit me.

we'll go honky-tonkin

this is an emergency post. i intended to leave the slide show up as first for a few more days, but these pics can't wait. in the past twenty-four hours, evesie pups has expressed her musical self several times, banging on this awesome casio at daycare and bopping in her high chair while we listen to some amazing covers of songs from the second disc of 'the white album.'

her melodious and dancing self has also experienced her first true fall day. it was chilly here today, and this trendy puffy vest from nan and pop arrived just on time! while the rents rifled through a box looking for coats of their own, the pups fell in love with her papa's cowboy hat. she thinks it looks best on her, even though her head's a wee bit small for it. she just might be right.

pardon me, madam, my name is eve

this post was intended to show you how much eve is enjoying her new daycare experience, but i just couldn't help but add a few more pictures from that past month or so. the 'rents are back to the real world, going to jobs during the day and hanging with the evester on evenings and weekends. i won't speak for ted, but i miss that little baba of mine while she's off eating play-doh and playing in sandboxes. i'm sure she misses us too, even though there is ample evidence to the contrary in these photos and in her single-minded determination to play with the daycare toys until i scoop her up and take her home.

i could apologize for how saccharine the elvis accompaniment is to this slide show, but no one should make excuses or amends on behalf of the king.

mama, don't let your baby grow up to be a cow(girl)

in two days and about six and a half hours, eve fehskens will arrive at the ripe young age of ten solid months. due to a little thrush issue, the evester got to meet her new chicago pediatrician this week. her visit to the doctor also confirmed a little known fact about this baby of mine: she's completely average. that's right. she's weighing in at the fiftieth percentile in height, weight, and head circumference right now. the e.l.f. is absolutely normal.

because her physiognomy cannot escape averageness, the above pictures illustrate the ways her personality diverges, possibly, from that fiftieth percentile. as many of you know, eve came into the world screaming and full of affection and hilarious. since then, she's worked very hard on perfecting each of those qualities. to them, she's added thrill-seeking, starting conversations with strangers, shrieking with laughter, and eating everything in sight. perhaps this little septet of personality traits and affinities should be ample evidence that the evesie pups brings the wild cowgirl to these amazing cow pj's that feature heavily in the above photo spread.

due to a rash of cold weather, the pups needed sleeves and long pants to stay snuggly warm at night. after just five hours of waking up every forty minutes to her whimpers, her brilliant 'rents figured this out and promptly purchased sleeves and pants the next day. behold, the cow pj set. i can only take credit for supporting the find. her papa discovered this set deep in the racks of cat and bunny themed sleepwear. i can't believe it's taken us this long to find the absolute perfect nighttime ensemble for this pups. tonight i'll probably dream of her leaping over the moon after becoming the fastest draw (sippy cups, not six shooters) in the west.