famous?

My head made it into a photo in a reporter article about the March for Life.

There are some big egos at this thing, but mine could be the hugest.

Marching On

We're leaving tomorrow afternoon for D.C. It's the March For Life again. This year the anniversary of Roe v Wade is Sunday (tomorrow). Monday is the March, and is supposed to be cold and snowy again, and Evangeline, Irene and I won't be going on the Mall for it. It was too cold last year for me to really think about anything else. But we will go to a church service in Alexandria beforehand, and Evangeline and Irene will get to spend the day with three friends, Sofiya, Ella, and Eve Marie. Please keep all the marchers in your prayers (one estimate is 500,000!), as well as everyone who has been hurt by abortion everywhere. We hope that you have a peaceful and prayerful day.

Last year at the March. We didn't even have boots for her.

There will be two more girls this year. Five little girls. Sounds fun.

The Doctor

Today Evangeline went to the doctor for her 2-year check-up. We talked about it a bit beforehand, and even practiced the part where the doctor wants to look in her mouth. She seemed ok with it all, like it would be a breeze.
I stayed in the exam room to take care of Irene and Kyle went with the nurse and Evangeline to do the simple weigh-n-measure.
So, if I had been another mom  in that office, hearing this girl scream, I would have felt bad, like "poor child has to have some terrible yet simple procedure (lancing a boil? a few stitches?) done". And she was just getting weighed and measured. So she screamed and screamed. Checking heart? Screaming. Looking at dry skin? Screaming. Looking at from across the room? Screaming. Poor, nice nurse.
Then she had to have her blood taken. Surprisingly, more interest in procedure, less screaming(?).
Then the doctor came in. More screaming.
Looking in ears? Screaming. Feeling joints? Screaming. Listening to breathing? Screaming. Looking at from across room? Screaming.
Poor kid. Poor doctor.
Then the nurse came back in to give her two shots...
So anyway it was pretty terrible. Lots of screaming. Irene just sat there and looked at Evangeline like she was crazy, which she kind of was.
But the doctor said she looks great and will not see her (hopefully) until next year.
And, in between screaming sobs, Evangeline managed to say thank-you to both Nurse Rose and Dr. Thompson.
She is of average weight, a bit above average height, and a bit more above average head circumference. She also has terrific hemoglobin.
Then she sauntered out of the office in her vest and faux fur hat, commenting on everything as if we had just had a nice, newsy visit with her old pal Dr. Thompson.
Whew. Then we went out for coffee ("boppee") (Evangeline had a vanilla steamer) and had a good time.
And the doctor never even looked in her mouth.
Then later tonight Irene wouldn't stop crying until I put her in her cradle alone, turned off the light, and left the room.

The night before, "So, yeah, I have a doctor appointment. Ho-hum,
right? I mean, I'm just gonna whiz through it so I can have some
steamed milk after."

Later this evening, casually hanging out with  Irene and eating ice.
"Hey Irene, remember that time I went to the doctor?"

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A Scholastic Miscellany

I have this book on my shelf with that title. It basically means "Crap That Came Before the Reformation." This is actually just a few pictures I took today that relate to my kids.

This is what it looks like when Evangeline looks to see if you layed an egg today.

This is the hen that lays blue eggs, who has been alerted by Evangeline's attempt at egg theft.

Party time.

Well, how do you think they are going to learn their alephbet?

Seriously, these kids aren't going to teach themselves Hebrew.

Modern Hebrew doesn't have vowels, so they weren't included in the set. This probably okay, since the yod already gives her enough to choke on.

c u p c a k e s

Ellee and Evangeline made some cupcakes today for MLK.

I am actually amazed that she will cooperate, and seems to enjoy the baking of these miniature cakes.

 I don't know if it counts, but it actually does seem that this could be in observance of MLK. Rather than just pretending that we like black people one day a year, like every other institution in the world, we are the only white people in our neighborhood, and my wife makes cupcakes with my daughter here. I think if MLK was successful, colleges and cities wouldn't just have one day a year to acknowledge his work, but would just do it the rest of the year.

Find the chicken.

Snow!

Not here, though. My dad sent this picture of Evangeline's  (and Irene's) playhouse in Alaska:

I showed Evangeline and she laughed.

In other news, the chickens continue to lay eggs. We have a dozen in the refrigerator. Now we just have to decide whether to use them or continue to hoard them.