Half a Dozen

I wanted to show a few pictures from this past week. Now that I'm writing this blog, I have so much inspiration and almost everything with Peanut Pie can be a story. So here goes:

"THE SUPER DUPER SPYRO GYRO DELUXE MODEL 285 PEN"

Not only does Eva find it necessary to write on paper but she sometimes goes "out of the box" so to speak and writes on her little sister too. Eva is master, as you can see she's got her super duper spyro pen hanging proudly on the red satin bow of her dress. Sunshine is now transformed into Wonder Dog.

Watch out or she'll whip that bad boy out and color you a mean picture!

OR she just may turn you into a Wonder Dog too!

SPRING? or I HATE MY DRESS? you decide...

She brought this one home from school. I'm not sure if this dress is an actual dress from her closet?

Or if she colored it, decided at that moment she hated it, and then gave voice to her self portrait saying she hated the dress. But you can tell she's mad, arms up in the air, probably waving them around... look closely, she may even be flippin ya the bird!

And why does she deem it necessary to tell her Daddy?

What is she expecting him to do about the ugly pumpkin orange moo moo dress?

Is Daddy the fashion designer around here?

Regardless, the flowers are lovely and the Jack and the Bean Stalk vine adds nice composition.

SPRING INTO FALL

There are four seasons, one in each quandrant of the paper

but these two were the cutest.

That little girl is almost as cute as Eva.

Dontcha think?

I mean, the curly ponytails?

The glee of flying through the air?

Arms spread wide?

Don't you just want to say "Weeeeeeeee?"

And she just nailed the fall colors. Beautiful, my darling!

JOEY'S HAIR CUT


Joey's hair was hanging in his eyes. He defies my every word when it comes to me cutting his hair.

He loves his long hair and I don't want to make it shorter, really... I love his long hair as well. I'll be fast I promise... I tell him. He's in dyer need to get back to his alien making goo. (I know, it's important stuff!) and I just want to make it more stylish...

So it doesn't look like a bowl cut with a mullet attached...

You understand, right?

So- in the midst of my conversation with Joey about his hair, Eva draws this picture.

If you can't read it, it says, "Joey, it's just gonna be a quick little cut."

This is Joey's reaction captured perfectly on paper. Mouth open, arms in air,

ACCCKKK! NO! DON'T CUT MY HAIR!

And there is the infamous zipper I was talking about...

OH PRESENTS PLEASE? NOW?
This past weekend we celebrated an early Christmas with my husbands side.

This is Aunt Doo Daa keeping the kids busy before opening presents...

while my husband was nursing his hangover... and that's another story for another blog.

If you notice...all the kids are intently watching and listening to Aunt Doo Daa, except for ours truly.

Eva B Peanut Pie is doing what?

You guessed it, Busily creating yet another masterpiece.

LETTER TO SANTA


I'm awful with the quality of these letters. I'll write it out for you:

Dear Santa,

All I mostly want is a little horse for Butterscotch. That way she can have a baby and I want ever buddy to be happy. MARRY CHRISTMAS.

And then, very large, she spells HAPPY,

-picture of smiling curly haired girl with spiral cheeks

-picture of Butterscotch and baby horse.

She doesn't ask for the latest greatest. She doesn't ask for paraphenelia of that girl....

um... what's her name?

the skitzofreniac (yes, this is a word and this is how you spell it.) that all the girls love today?

Oh yeah- Hannah Montana and/or Miley Cyrus. What's that all about anyway? Great idea! Let's teach our young impressionable fragile sweet girls to have two personalities! Two people in one! Genius! That's worse than an imaginary friend! Geez! Again I digress.

She doesn't ask for the High School Musical movie.

She doesn't ask for Bratz dolls, make up, nail polish, glittery sparklies for her hair, cheeks etc.

She doesn't ask for fancy clothes.

This is my girl!

She asks for the gift of a baby horse, for her beloved stuffed animal horse Butterscotch.

And finally?

She asks for world peace in her sweet loving seven year old way.

"I want every buddy to be happy."

Merry Christmas, everyone. Well, all four of you who read this.

A few Golden Nuggets

Now Eva has just written her first novel.
It is an endearing story about a dog and a horse that are friends. It's titled "The Dog and Horse." The parents of these loveable tikes get in a fight and the pair are forced to seperate and the friendship is diminished. However, being smart little doggy and quick witted horse, they are able to fix the problem and become BFF's once again. (BFF stands for Best Friends Forever)

Can I get a Woo Hoo here?

So don't cha know that it doesn't matter if you're a horse or a dog or a pig or a rat for that matter. (Am I speaking Chinese horoscopes? no I am not.) We can ALL be friends. The parental community needs to put their predjudices aside and welcome differences in the world, even befriend them. And then everyone is happy and the world is filled with buttercups and roses.
Can't we just all get along?

She's pretty smart for her age, isn't she?

A wise old soul, I believe.

This is the prologue written on the back of the book. It tells all about ours truly. And this is what is says: (love the bullet points)



Written by Eva Schneider
yes it was.

Illustrated by Eva Schneider
written AND colored- she's a double threat



likes horses and dogs
Now her two favorite animals hense the book title

this is the first book I've written
yes this is true

has lots of friends
she's the sweetest so of course she does

lives in a house
everyone needs to know this

has one sister and brother
yep

has one mom and dad
not always the norm these days, so better write it down

is seven years old right now
the future's so bright, isn't it?

favorite food pizza
Now, in my opinion, I think the answer here is tomatoes. When I tell her we're having pizza for dinner?
she wrinkles her nose at me. When I say "salad too, and I'll heat up some peas." Then we're good. I think pizza is just the "go to" answer for kids when asked about favorite foods. I think it's in the Crazy Kid Handbook. and that, my friend, she follows closely.

loves family
How could she not! I mean look at us!

likes friendship
family=love, friendship=like. She'll learn one day you can love both.

favorite time of year Christmas
I think because it's in like nine days and she's chompin at the bit to open those presents.

has ocean room
yes- her choice, I wanted pink and black and girly girl but whatever, it's her pad.

is an artist too
obviously

I have a horse named Butterscotch
Oh dear Butterscotch. That Gaa Blessed Butterscotch. That is a another story for a later date. It's not a real horse, stuffed animal that takes up half her bed.

I have a dog named Kasey
The dog is real, see blog Kasey Mable

And that's me.
That's my Sweet Eva B Peanut Pie!









So this is one of MANY family portraits. It happens to be her latest family pic. I don't know how she does it, but she captures amazing similarities.
Look at Joey (the one with the glasses) That looks like Joey, the hair, the expression on his face.

Here, from left to right it goes: Mommy, Daddy, Eva, Sophie and Joey.



I think it's very sweet that Eva is very close to Sophie in this picture.

No, Daddy is not always that fat.

And Yes- Mommy is always that skinny, right? go along with me here...

I'm not too sure what the "90" and the "less than boobs" (or is that a butt?)stuff is on Daddy's pants. I don't know if that's decoration? or what. I'll have to ask about that.

She goes through phases. One phase was that everyone had some very peculiar markings around the groin area. I should clarify, the boys had the markings. Everyone knows that girls always wear skirts.

"Um Eva?" I ask.

"Yes?" she replies, so proud of her work.

"What might that be? There, on the pants?" I point to said peculiar markings.

"Duh, Mom. They're zippers."

"Oh, of course!"

Get your mind out of the gutter, come on, she's seven, remember?

Kasey Mable

So Sweet Eva B wanted a new dog. As every seven year old girl who wants a dog will say, "Pleeeaaassseee!" And then..."I promise I will feed it and take it out to potty and clean up the messes." Followed up by another, "Pleeeaaassseee?" Those big eyes peering up at me , hands in prayer position, "I promise!" Maybe when we move back to Kansas City honey, I'd tell her. It was months away, surely she'd let it drop. She's a persistant little dickens. So we proceeded to have this same conversation again and again. And then we moved to Kansas City and we proceeded to have the same conversation again and again.

My plan, the "she'll let it drop" plan was foiled.

So I did my homework, searched on the internet to find a pathetic little four legged furball that needed saving.

And then the most magical day of Eva's seven year existance happened.
I made her the happiest beamingest, ear to ear grinningest Peanut Pie in the whole world!
I was now the greatest Mom ever!
We picked out Kasey, the quiet little timid beagle who would be harder to potty train than my three year old, (come to find out).

I digress...Back to me being the best mom ever and having the happiest child ever,

we had rainbows and hearts and butterflies dancing about us.

This picture was taken hours after bringing Kasey home.

A few months pass and the novelty has worn off. The whole, "I'll take her out, and feed her and blah blah blah" schtick no longer holds water. I have to give her credit, she still takes care of the dog, but more so on her terms. The dog responsibities are now family responsibilities. Okay, fine. However, the dog still does her business in the house sometimes. That does not make for a happy mommy, especially when Mommy says, "Hey Eva, take Kasey Mable Pudding Pie outside, she needs to go." Eva throws her head back, rolls her eyes and groans and continues watching TV. As a multitasking mom, I turn to the other nine things I have going on...she'll handle it, right?


An hour later I come to find a large, I mean LARGE, wet spot on the carpet at the top of the stairs. The anger climbs up my spine until steam is coming out of my ears. Well, we had a little tiff to say the least, the pee was cleaned up, the dog was taken out, and Eva felt so so bad about the previous events that had taken place.

She disappeared for awhile and then walked in my room silently, handed me this and walked out with her head down...

Okay so you can't really read the writing due to my photographic ability or lack thereof. I'll work on that. So the note goes as follows:

I am varry varry sorry

that I did not take

the dog out but I

feed and at least

I take her out some

times. Will you

forgive me. Put in

your answer. (line drawn for my answer)

I write in, "Yes Eva. I will alway forgive you. I love you!" and smiley face.

As you can see on the right side is a picture of her outside with the dog. You can tell it's outside by all the RAIN coming down! No, she didn't draw a bright sunny day for her to walk the dog. She's out in the P O U R I N G R A I N getting soaking wet!

If that's not passive aggressive, I don't know what is!

Meet Eva

This is one of Eva's quick draw self portraits. If you look closely you can see her beauty mark located on her chin in both pictures.

Meet Eva.

She is my voice of reason and giver of hugs (136 hugs I received on my birthday in fact). She is an arteeest, a fashionista, a dog lover, and the worlds best pancake eater. She is the twin sister to a complicated and cunning brother, a writer, and a ridiculously health conscious eater and she is one of the loves in my life.

I will be sending art work created by my little darling, Eva. She's got a knack I tell ya. She loves to draw and color and write. Now I know most typical seven year old girls like to color. But I mean she LOVES to draw and color and write.

She sings joyfully and colors when she's happy.

She slumps and draws sad faces when she's upset.

She furiously writes tight lipped when she's angry.

She lounges on her bed and creates when she's bored.

This is her outlet.

She writes letters and stories with delightful illustrations. She makes the best cards at any given moment because she's just thoughtful like that. I am sharing a handful of the golden nuggets because they bring me such insight into and about this darling girl's world.

Oh, and she said that it would be okay.