Houston, we have a problem.

Internet. I'm gonna type something I never thought I'd... see myself write.

My daughter is an ass-grabber.

It's happened before, and it happened again, today, and I'm not sure what exactly we're going to do about it. Pat had Eve at Target with him this morning, and they were at the checkout. He turned to check on her, and there she was, curiously, ahem, rubbing the (and this is his description, not mine) tightly-jeaned, ample behind of a woman near them in line. Mumbling an apology, and sporting a red face, Pat grabbed Evie's hand and issued a stern warning. She's exhibited her fondness for fondling a couple of times before in public... and good lord. Do I seriously have to deal with this, or, please, tell me it's just going to go away. Please. 'Cuz I hardly have time to keep up with the laundry and the dishes and the potty-training, and am not exactly sure where in our schedules we're going to find time for an intervention of this sort.

But, on a lighter note, if this is the biggest obstacle I have to blog about right now, then I suppose things in our life aren't really all that bad, are they? For this, considering some of the things some of my dearest friends are dealing with right now, I should be, and am, extremely grateful.

Ass-grabbing aside, Eve is an absolute doll. She's wicked sweet and funny and talkative and strong-willed right now, and pushes us to the edge of sanity and hilarity on a daily basis. She packs quite a punch in a teeny-tiny package, and can still wear the majority of her clothes from last summer. She's currently midway through a swimming class, and absolutely loves it. She can't get enough of jumping in the water, and begs for more. She struggles to free herself from my grip, and actually asks to be dunked under the water. We're thinking it may be wise to just put her in a life preserver during every waking moment... because she truly has no fear, which, in turn, puts a whole lotta fear in us.

And my Josie. She is a sponge. She's inquisitive, and so eager to learn. She's showing a talent for numbers, and was even adding today - much to my amazement. I've never had a four-year-old before... this is all so new and overwhelming, and so fun. She's very watchful, and asks questions until there seemingly aren't any more questions to ask... until she thinks about it long enough to find another. She'll stay outside all day if we let her, and loves to do anything and everything to help someone. Yardwork, cleaning house, shopping, putting away laundry... she'll find a way to help, and truly is very helpful. She's been growing her hair out for the past year, after she saw a show about kids with cancer, and asked tons of questions, and agreed that she wanted to help them and give her hair to a little girl who doesn't have any. We've been talking about it, and now... it seems that she's having a bit of an internal struggle with vanity, as she's grown quite attached to her long hair, and braids, and ponytails... so we'll have to see if she'll make the decision to part with it when the time comes. She's now enrolled in two preschool programs, both of which we're pleased with. One is a charter school, three full days a week, and the other is through the St. Paul public schools' four-year-old program, and would be five days a week, either 2 1/2 hours in the morning or afternoon. We've got some logistics to figure out, and will make a decision this summer which she'll end up attending.

Oh, there is so much more. We just had a lovely, full weekend with both sides of our family. And now we're tired. So I'll leave you, for now, but do hope to try to check in more often than I have been lately.