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.