Evie talks. A LOT. Unfortunately, a lot of it is just ramblings accentuated with mimicked facial expressions, gestures and tones. She whispers. She yells. She asks questions and gives us a battery of demands. All of it... in non-sensical gibberish.
But, she does know some things and here is what she does know (and how it sounds) cause every day she gets a wee bit better, the vocabulary expands and these days of babytalk are going to fade away...
Enjoy!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Do you want to go brush your teeth?
This wasn't really a question.
It was really a listing off of tasks that needed completion before going to bed.
I don't know why I said it in the form of a question.
Evie stands up leaning heavily into dad's lap as he sat watching the news. She rolls around on her shoulder blades against his knees. Moo-Cow in one hand, pacifier in mouth with her electric pink PJ's on... basically ready for bedtime to commence.
Evie looks up at me while arching her back against dad's lap, "Mmmmmm..... no."
Did that just happen?
It was really a listing off of tasks that needed completion before going to bed.
I don't know why I said it in the form of a question.
Evie stands up leaning heavily into dad's lap as he sat watching the news. She rolls around on her shoulder blades against his knees. Moo-Cow in one hand, pacifier in mouth with her electric pink PJ's on... basically ready for bedtime to commence.
Evie looks up at me while arching her back against dad's lap, "Mmmmmm..... no."
Did that just happen?
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
An evening with a toddler
I'm really digging Evie's ingenuity lately. Maybe that's not the best word for it. I'm not very strong at articulating what I am thinking & feeling...
I'm enjoying Evie's boldness, her communication development, her creativity in conveying her message and her remarkable ways to resolving issues that sometimes seem way too big for a 20-month-old to problem solve.
Its also her brevity. Her way of walking up to me (as soon as I walk in through the front door after work), taking my first finger in her hand and leading me into the dining room where da-da is currently occupying one chair at her mini play table for two. Da-da looks at me, pained (this cute, directness Evie has recently adapted can also turn into demanding persistence that we sit with her at the little table until she releases us... which is never). "Deep be bah bah, da!" she points to the table. I sit. Evie furrows her brow, obviously I have misunderstood her very clear and articulate directions (how dare I?). I pull her onto my lap. Also not the response she wanted. I get up and put her on my seat. This is OK, for now... until dad sees an opportunity to escape. Evie is again unhappy until I quickly move in to the now vacant guest chair. All is, again, temporarily, right with the world.
To break up the chatter-chatter of Evie's nonsense, I make suggestions of what we could do at the table. She stands up and points to the wall (through it is a direct line to her bedroom), "Bah bah bleee kah kah? [furrowed brow again] Kah, KOW?!." I'm not understanding what a Kah-kow is so I suggest, "Do you want to color at your table?"
"Tay!" Off she scampers.
Evie has VERY recently developed this "Tay!" word. Rob and I think its her way of saying "OK!", as in "K!" but it comes out, "Tay!" She will understand nearly everything you say to her and respond in the affirmative, "Tay!" if it is something she wants.
"Do you want to help Mommy clean up your bath toys?" "Do you want to go brush your teeth?" "Go pick out some books to read." "Go give daddy a hug."
"Tay!" "Tay!" "Tay!" "Tay!"
Its all pretty spectacular.
Makes my heart melt and sing at the same time.
Not to go all Hallmark-moment on you - but this really is THAT moment in time you will later tell your kid about when she is 16 and just doesn't 'get it' when you want to know why she won't hug you g'night anymore.
So, Evie goes into her bedroom and closes the door. She has to then open the closet door that is directly behind it (old homes = bad layout). I can hear all kinds of noises from the dining room doorway watching her closed bedroom door. Its like listening to a muppet show in there - all these exaggerated noises. *scrap, drag-drag-drag* Evie must now be pulling out her plastic bin (She has a clear 1 1/2ft. tall case with lid that contains coloring books, crayons, markers, paper, etc. Its honestly pretty hefty for someone about 2 1/2 ft. tall). *grunt* [pause] *drag* *grunt* [pause] *c-r-e-e-k!* [that was the closet door closing] *grunt* *drag-scrap* [bedroom door flies open and slightly klonks the closet door behind it]. Evie emerges holding the case up against her chest. *huff! huff!*, she takes 2 steps and puts down the case. [pause] *grunt!* Evie picks up the case and takes 2 more steps before dropping it again. I finally break my gaze and lean forward to take the case from her.
"Ba-kah be blah bloh."
"Yup, that's right. We'll color."
I'm enjoying Evie's boldness, her communication development, her creativity in conveying her message and her remarkable ways to resolving issues that sometimes seem way too big for a 20-month-old to problem solve.
Its also her brevity. Her way of walking up to me (as soon as I walk in through the front door after work), taking my first finger in her hand and leading me into the dining room where da-da is currently occupying one chair at her mini play table for two. Da-da looks at me, pained (this cute, directness Evie has recently adapted can also turn into demanding persistence that we sit with her at the little table until she releases us... which is never). "Deep be bah bah, da!" she points to the table. I sit. Evie furrows her brow, obviously I have misunderstood her very clear and articulate directions (how dare I?). I pull her onto my lap. Also not the response she wanted. I get up and put her on my seat. This is OK, for now... until dad sees an opportunity to escape. Evie is again unhappy until I quickly move in to the now vacant guest chair. All is, again, temporarily, right with the world.
To break up the chatter-chatter of Evie's nonsense, I make suggestions of what we could do at the table. She stands up and points to the wall (through it is a direct line to her bedroom), "Bah bah bleee kah kah? [furrowed brow again] Kah, KOW?!." I'm not understanding what a Kah-kow is so I suggest, "Do you want to color at your table?"
"Tay!" Off she scampers.
Evie has VERY recently developed this "Tay!" word. Rob and I think its her way of saying "OK!", as in "K!" but it comes out, "Tay!" She will understand nearly everything you say to her and respond in the affirmative, "Tay!" if it is something she wants.
"Do you want to help Mommy clean up your bath toys?" "Do you want to go brush your teeth?" "Go pick out some books to read." "Go give daddy a hug."
"Tay!" "Tay!" "Tay!" "Tay!"
Its all pretty spectacular.
Makes my heart melt and sing at the same time.
Not to go all Hallmark-moment on you - but this really is THAT moment in time you will later tell your kid about when she is 16 and just doesn't 'get it' when you want to know why she won't hug you g'night anymore.
So, Evie goes into her bedroom and closes the door. She has to then open the closet door that is directly behind it (old homes = bad layout). I can hear all kinds of noises from the dining room doorway watching her closed bedroom door. Its like listening to a muppet show in there - all these exaggerated noises. *scrap, drag-drag-drag* Evie must now be pulling out her plastic bin (She has a clear 1 1/2ft. tall case with lid that contains coloring books, crayons, markers, paper, etc. Its honestly pretty hefty for someone about 2 1/2 ft. tall). *grunt* [pause] *drag* *grunt* [pause] *c-r-e-e-k!* [that was the closet door closing] *grunt* *drag-scrap* [bedroom door flies open and slightly klonks the closet door behind it]. Evie emerges holding the case up against her chest. *huff! huff!*, she takes 2 steps and puts down the case. [pause] *grunt!* Evie picks up the case and takes 2 more steps before dropping it again. I finally break my gaze and lean forward to take the case from her.
"Ba-kah be blah bloh."
"Yup, that's right. We'll color."
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Play tent
I snuck into Evie's li'l red tent when she was busy with her books. I grabbed her pillow and pretended to snore (*snore! shooooo... *snore! shooooo!). Evie excitedly tried to pull her other pillow through the crib bars and grabbed the comforter. She snuggled in next to me and snored right along (*snore! shoooo....!)
Rainy Day
Its amazing how having a kid makes you revert back to the type of things you did to have fun when you were a kid. In this case, going to the mall to hang-out! (Where else do you take a kid for low budget fun?).
Turns out Evie only stayed in the kid-pit long enough for me to snap this photo... the rest of her time was spent sprinting up the stairs and around the mall.
Turns out Evie only stayed in the kid-pit long enough for me to snap this photo... the rest of her time was spent sprinting up the stairs and around the mall.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Mommy Dearest
Today, I actually said what my mom used to say to me [in regards to a display of bratty behavior], "Evie! Don't be so ugly!"
As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I knew I could never go back.
I am well on my way to becoming my mother.
As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I knew I could never go back.
I am well on my way to becoming my mother.
Sunday, March 08, 2009
One week later: HOT and SUNNY!
Evie gathers every cup she can find this morning... and then insists on carrying them everywhere.
Enjoying the park (on Park Ave) in the fan. What a beautiful day!
OK, Its actually HOT out here today! I'm stripping down...
Plastic kids' cars are downright HAIR-RAISING....
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Playdate slash cook-out
Evie and Tyler got along swimmingly (and more importantly, the parents all get along well, too!)
Monday, March 02, 2009
SNOW DAY!
What a great way to celebrate Evie's 20-month-birthday!
I am so glad our 1920's neighborhood still features a central area that has a coffee shop, wine/beer store, various diners, a yoga center and a florist! We walked down to enjoy a hot cocoa break mid-day today.
I am so glad our 1920's neighborhood still features a central area that has a coffee shop, wine/beer store, various diners, a yoga center and a florist! We walked down to enjoy a hot cocoa break mid-day today.
SNOW!
Here's what our place looks like at 7AM today!
Puck likes to shove his head in the snow (like an ostrich sticking its head in the sand), rev up and RUN!
I'm the snow b*tch. Yes, I couldn't wait so I am out there in bare feet + slippers and my hoodie housecoat I wear when I wake up. Rob finds my stupidity hilarious.
After shoveling a path to the sidewalk, here's what the house looks like this AM!
Here's my car! Notice the roads here. They do nothing here hence the Southern "freak-out" when it snows...
Here's looking down the street. Beautiful trees (although branches are starting to snap).
Puck likes to shove his head in the snow (like an ostrich sticking its head in the sand), rev up and RUN!
I'm the snow b*tch. Yes, I couldn't wait so I am out there in bare feet + slippers and my hoodie housecoat I wear when I wake up. Rob finds my stupidity hilarious.
After shoveling a path to the sidewalk, here's what the house looks like this AM!
Here's my car! Notice the roads here. They do nothing here hence the Southern "freak-out" when it snows...
Here's looking down the street. Beautiful trees (although branches are starting to snap).
Baby's first SNOW!
If you've ever been to the South, this is considered a crazy deep snow.
I went to the movies with K while Rob stayed home with Evie. While exiting the theaters, we found snow covered cars in a thick, fresh snowfall. Upon entering my house, I snatched up Evie and threw her outside for just the 5 minutes before dinnertime.
"Whoa!" she exclaimed.
so distracted by the snowfall she actually wore a hat and kept her mittens on. And then, she treked straight for the park (this kid would swing in a hailstorm).
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