A common Evie phrase, "Lay back!" as in, I'm going to sit on your lap and I anticipate you reclining to make my lap stay more comfortable. No idea where she adapted the phrase "lay back!" (probably from Rob one morning) but its commonly heard as she pushes you toward a chair with a remote in her hand. Evie.... is a lap-hound.
So, after Evie gave me good-night hugs and told me about how she brushed her teeth with dad (brush teeth!) and how she washed down a cup of water (um, water!), she then grabbed the pile of books next to the living room chair and made a slow march toward the bedroom. She stopped halfway and commanded me (I was leaning forward watching her 'round the corner) to, "lay back!" I threw myself against the chair quickly in an exaggerated follow-through. She then nodded positively, "There ya go!" and continued marching off to her room.
Hilarious. A kid that tells me when to recline & relax. I love it.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Evie Pee-Pee'd on the potty!
Her pediatrician told me at her 2-yr check-up to start plinking her down after waking up, before naps, after naps, before bathtime and before bedtime. Up till now I have hinted about using the potty but have waited for her to decide when was "best". For some reason last night I was a bit more persistent and plunked her down on the potty while I drew her bath (figured the running water would help). Before both her and I knew it, she peed. She didn't even know what had just happened. So weird! I looked and said, "Evie! You pee-pee'd in the potty!" and she answers, "No."
Funny, no wonder this will take a long time if she herself can't even tell what it feels like & when its happening!
Funny, no wonder this will take a long time if she herself can't even tell what it feels like & when its happening!
Evie Pee-Pee'd on the potty!
Her pediatrician told me at her 2-yr check-up to start plinking her down after waking up, before naps, after naps, before bathtime and before bedtime. Up till now I have hinted about using the potty but have waited for her to decide when was "best". For some reason last night I was a bit more persistent and plunked her down on the potty while I drew her bath (figured the running water would help). Before both her and I knew it, she peed. She didn't even know what had just happened. So weird! I looked and said, "Evie! You pee-pee'd in the potty!" and she answers, "No."
Funny, no wonder this will take a long time if she herself can't even tell what it feels like & when its happening!
Funny, no wonder this will take a long time if she herself can't even tell what it feels like & when its happening!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Steeeek-ehrs!
Evie got into the promo stickers Highlights Magazine sent me... and she couldn't stop at just 1 on her shirt.
I asked her to she me her belly-full of "steeek-ehrs!" and then I got an awesome cheezy grin! She's so big!
No pictures
Ah, the life of fame and fortune, *wink*
Photo taken last weekend, Sunday.
We are en route to b'fast at Aunt Sarah's pancake house with the Kelly's & Eric.
Photo taken last weekend, Sunday.
We are en route to b'fast at Aunt Sarah's pancake house with the Kelly's & Eric.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Gibberty-Gabberty
Evie's been babbling a lot lately.
Sentences are generally," Shah shicka meeka boo.... right der, k? K."
Translation: indescribable gibberish followed up by words we know, "Right there, ok?"
Evie's big things lately:
1. Telling us where SPECIFICALLY things should go. She will point to an exact spot and boy your item, her dinner plate, your butt better be... right... THERE! Right there! K?
2. She is really into her baby. She has a few already (none that I have purchased after never have been a girlie-girl when I was her age). One "baby" is my old Cabbage Patch doll that she named Charlie... after the only current boy baby she knows. Another is a green Ugly Dollz that seems to have taken the back burner to her recent favorite: Baby Chou Chou (thanks again Kendra, not sure if I am serious in saying that or rolling my eyes at how much love my child has for a creepie doll that has a recorded cry and awkward giggle). We haven't assign this baby a name yet but I keep trying out "Barb." There's something completely hilarious to me to have a baby named Barb.
Evie is so into her babies that I will find all the pillows off the couch and on the floor... each one delicately cradling a baby. We seem to be running a nursery lately since even Plex, a stuffed animal robot, has been added to the mix amoungst other odd "babies." Every baby will be routinely hugged and receive the occasional, "No cwhy baby, no cwhy," as she craddles them in her arms (correctly!) and gives them kisses. I'm beginning to wonder if I am bothered by this 'cause I can't relate having been a tomboy myself... or because she is already proving to being a more loving & understanding mother than me.
3. Evie is getting more daring. Not in a James Bond, risk-taking sort of way but in a bold, brazen, testing her mother's rules sort of way. She'll smile at me while continually reaching for the things she knows she cannot have. She'll bring on this doe-eyed, ham-face grin while coaxing me, "No touch? Right? No touch.... [ poking object with the very edge of her finger nail]."
Its hard to discipline someone so cunning and so darned cute all at the same time.
I'm also realizing more and more that sometimes you just have to let 'em go and learn from falling, dropping something or just making messes. We'll see if my approach worked 16 years from now when she is in therapy.
Sentences are generally," Shah shicka meeka boo.... right der, k? K."
Translation: indescribable gibberish followed up by words we know, "Right there, ok?"
Evie's big things lately:
1. Telling us where SPECIFICALLY things should go. She will point to an exact spot and boy your item, her dinner plate, your butt better be... right... THERE! Right there! K?
2. She is really into her baby. She has a few already (none that I have purchased after never have been a girlie-girl when I was her age). One "baby" is my old Cabbage Patch doll that she named Charlie... after the only current boy baby she knows. Another is a green Ugly Dollz that seems to have taken the back burner to her recent favorite: Baby Chou Chou (thanks again Kendra, not sure if I am serious in saying that or rolling my eyes at how much love my child has for a creepie doll that has a recorded cry and awkward giggle). We haven't assign this baby a name yet but I keep trying out "Barb." There's something completely hilarious to me to have a baby named Barb.
Evie is so into her babies that I will find all the pillows off the couch and on the floor... each one delicately cradling a baby. We seem to be running a nursery lately since even Plex, a stuffed animal robot, has been added to the mix amoungst other odd "babies." Every baby will be routinely hugged and receive the occasional, "No cwhy baby, no cwhy," as she craddles them in her arms (correctly!) and gives them kisses. I'm beginning to wonder if I am bothered by this 'cause I can't relate having been a tomboy myself... or because she is already proving to being a more loving & understanding mother than me.
3. Evie is getting more daring. Not in a James Bond, risk-taking sort of way but in a bold, brazen, testing her mother's rules sort of way. She'll smile at me while continually reaching for the things she knows she cannot have. She'll bring on this doe-eyed, ham-face grin while coaxing me, "No touch? Right? No touch.... [ poking object with the very edge of her finger nail]."
Its hard to discipline someone so cunning and so darned cute all at the same time.
I'm also realizing more and more that sometimes you just have to let 'em go and learn from falling, dropping something or just making messes. We'll see if my approach worked 16 years from now when she is in therapy.
Babysitting
Miles' mama had to work the night of First Friday (First Fridays Art Walk in Richmond) on September 4th so Miles ate dinner, attended the playground, took a bath and zoned out on Sesame Street with us for the night.
Monday, September 14, 2009
First night in big-girl bed
September 13th night - here's Evie on the 'morn of Monday September 14th:
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Schtuff
Its amazing the amount of schitt we have accumulated and how much of it screams "we have a kid"!" on display.
It never occurred to me how much CRAP we have until after coming home from K & E's house (two people who will not & do not have kids) can decorate without having to consider toy bins, primary colors and "ongoing disasters in progress."
I'm torn between wanting my life back and he one I lead today.
God my house looks like a piece of crap tonight.
It never occurred to me how much CRAP we have until after coming home from K & E's house (two people who will not & do not have kids) can decorate without having to consider toy bins, primary colors and "ongoing disasters in progress."
I'm torn between wanting my life back and he one I lead today.
God my house looks like a piece of crap tonight.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
OBX - Family vacation Aug 23-30
Maybe more photos will follow (if I get to it) but in the meanwhile, a new favorite pic....
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