I've been pathetically lagging when it comes to writing about Evan and all his development. I swore I was going to give Evan all the same documentation as Sean received (receives), and my intentions were (are) sincere. I think for the most part, I've done quite well. However, life seems to happen a lot faster when you have a second child. This isn't a bad thing.... it just is what it is. And what it comes down to is that I can write about life, or I can live it.
My friend D wrote a really good blog entry last week that hit me. She put into words so beautifully, what I've been thinking in my head for months:
"...the thing about living in the moment is that you find yourself sometimes at a loss when it comes time to recall the details later. The memories are etched in my brain, yes, and I’ll always remember the experiences in a “can’t-really-put-it-into-words” way, but when it comes time to put pen to paper, so to speak, it’s difficult to recap. Very often I’ll have the passing thought that “I need to remember to put that in the blog,” but then life happens and when I finally have time to sit down and write, all those details I lived so acutely feel much more distant. I want to remember all of those details, though it’s impossible. Still, I try to capture what I can here…it’s better than nothing, and I find that when I go back and read my entries, it helps stir up all the other details and feelings I’m unable to capture in words at the time."That said, I still want to document what I can, when I can. So here are some Evan-isms I want to remember, now that he's talking up a storm:
- Stop it = bop it
- My turn = ah tah
- Sean = Haa (it's really quite funny because he belts it out)
- Wipe = Whip
- Plug = puck
- Thank you = day-doe
- Hat = hot
When I change his diaper, he always wants a wipe. I give him one, he wipes his nose, face, and hands with it, then throws it in the trash. Clean freak.
He's no pain wimp. Dan was removing some slivers from his feet yesterday -- the bottoms of his feet!!! -- and he just sat there. At one point he said "owie" half-heartedly. But for the most part, he just let Dan do what he had to do. Who does that?!
Probably a couple months ago, we cut mandarin oranges and a beef-a-roni dish out of his diet. Since then, his diaper rashes have significantly decreased! In fact, I don't think he's had a rash in weeks now! I'm not really 100% sure if it was the oranges or the beef-a-roni, but I'm not about to start giving him either of the above anytime soon. He likes a clear butt. Who can blame him?
He went through that normal "no" phase for weeks & weeks. But sometime in the last week, his "no" has evolved into a more affirmative "uh huh." Doesn't matter what you ask the kid, his answer is "uh-huh." I like that much better than 'no.'
The other day I told him he was cute. So he ran around saying, "Ah cute? Ah cute?" Yep, definitely cute.
