21 months - the countdown to 2 begins....

They say beware of the terrible twos....  Suddenly, they say, your sweet compliant child morphs into a demon of defiance.  It's my impression that our Evelyn, ever the a-typical child, is managing her approach into the twos with small trial sessions, giving us little test-drives into the realm of the independant toddler.  Seems rather strategic.  I sure hope we're up for this...

Into the pantry again....(check out that impish grin!!)

I love this child with all of my might.  She learned how to give big gripping bear hugs from Tag and she doles them out freely, complete with "grrrrrrrrr!!!" effect.  Love love love, she loves giving and receiving kisses, being held, taking your hand and walking you to a point of interest.  So affectionate, it's awesome.  I hope she never loses that.

Smooching Adrian at school

My job has taken me far and wide recently and Ev caught on quickly to the pattern of Mamma leaving.  Kicks my heart in to hear her cry out for me as I force myself to walk out the door to catch a plane. The hardest trip was a week long...too long...I returned on a Friday morning and picked her up from school during morning snacktime.  She was seated at her little table and her back was to me.  Her teachers said, "Your mommy's here!" and Ev turned her head around to glance over her shoulder and then back to her snack.  It took a split second for it to register, but when it did, she whipped her head around again and threw her little wooden chair to the side, crying and running toward me.  I fell apart and swept her up in my arms with kisses and tears, unable to speak.  The teachers were so moved, they both started crying too, saying "That is so sweet" and then all the kids started crying.  It was a beautiful mess!  Evey and I have become one again these past weeks, and she clings to me like she's building up an emergency stash for the next time I leave.

Helping Mamma Unpack

It begs mention of Tag's seamless parenting when I'm darting off to Brazil or the east coast.  He and Ev work out a fabulous rhythm while I'm away and it would seem that it's not until I'm back that Ev even realizes I've been gone.  He's an incredible father, and entirely devoted to little E.

Tag calls her "Little Heidi" when he recants their morning routine. Here is the email I received recently:  "evey was little heidi this morning. she was having fun collecting purses and bags and transferring items from one to the other. she had three bags hanging on her stroller pushing her baby around and shopping around her kitchen. busy busy busy."  It's funny how toddlers will mirror you.  She will put on the goofiest "hmmmm?" expression, and I'll recognize it as my own.  She'll put her finger to her nose or her cheek or her lip, imitating my subconcious "i'm thinking" habit.  Apparently I'm the bag lady, because she loads up bags and purses and hauls them around the house -- even insists on hauling her diaper bag when we're out and about, though she can hardly walk with it strapped across her chest.  I've learned to recognize several words, including "purse", which is a popular one.

Speaking of purse -- she loves rummaging around in mine, which is full of odds and ends that I haven't taken inventory of in a while.  Ev has no trouble finding what she's looking for, and mimics her mom quite effectively with a tube of lipstick.

Lipstick Lipped Happiness

Her best buddy Haidyn

She skipped a grade and went straight from Older Infants to the Twos, thank God.  They held her back in the infant class far too long (they didn't have room in the Ones).  Thankfully, Ms. Nessa would steal her and basically keep her all day in the Ones with her buddies, so it worked out okay.  Now she's officially in with all the big kids, including her buddies Haidyn, the twins Abigail & Conner, and Adrian.  She's the youngest so the teachers kept a close eye on her at first to make sure it was a good fit.  She's exhausted everyday but keeping up and loving it.  And starting to talk more and more - they "use their words" in this class versus being permitted to point and whine.  Big Girl stuff.

The Twos

Has wonderful painting and coloring skills -- people comment all the time on how well she holds a brush or uses a marker.  Can't wait to get her started on some canvases at home. She's firmly right handed, which is interesting.  Doesn't use that left hand for much, not even eating. Tag says it's easier to get golf clubs for a righty, so he's cool with it.  I wonder when her first golf lesson will be....

Her 20th month...amazing us every day

How do you live with a thunderbolt of personality and not have it rub off on you?  Tag and I find ourselves "Evey-fied" on various fronts, and not just our eating or sleeping habits.  Turns out, when Tag and I part ways with a kiss, we both say "mmmmmma!"  See what I mean? Lost causes, we are.

Evelyn is working on her vocabulary, sounding out the names of various objects she points to, looking for verification that she's on the right track.  It's really more of a vowell-sounding vocabulary, but she's getting very close.  Her desperation to communicate is driving her to work hard at it -- she dissolves in frustration and anger at me when I don't understand what she's asking for....breaks my heart as I try my hardest and seem to fail miserably. And I get pinched too (ouch).  My mom remembers me going through that stage.  "She's on the brink of talking now," she assures me.  Thank goodness.

No more high chair -- these photos are the last images we have of her in one. Refuses to be seated in one.  Booster chair at the counter now.  Feeding herself really well (these pics are misleading -- we took them because she was having fun making such a silly mess). 

Molars finally poked through, but more on the way.  Sloooooow teething process for our little Ev.  I guess it's better than shooting teeth through too quickly...  We brush her teeth - correction - Evey brushes her teeth (sort of) each day and loves each independant task she can tackle. Very helpful too - will "fold laundry" (and fold and refold and fold again) and sweep the floors, throw away bits of paper, toss dirty shirts up over her head into the washer (I have to watch what goes in there...she's not figured out how to sort colors yet), and throw her plate into the sink when she's done eating.  [Makes it sound like our house must be spic and span...quite the contrary -- she's still a pro at emptying and tearing apart.]

Favorite foods:  she eats LOTs of different things, but those of particular note:  Strawberries and Kiwi, Yogurt (always), Oatmeal (every day), Scrambled eggs ala Uncle Paul (w/ cottage cheese), Hummus (especially the garlic version), cheese cheese cheese, and asparagus.  Never afraid to tell us what she likes or doesn't -- we've become somewhat successful at preventing the dislikes from being hurled across the floor.

Bath time remains on her favorite list, that and any pool activity.  She's pretty close to swimming, actually, and doesn't freak out when her head bobs under the water or she gets splashed.  Kicks her legs and tips her head back into the pool, stretched flat on her back.  A natural water bug.  Sprinklers, though, are on the don't like list.  For some reason, even when they have water day at school, she does not like water shooting up around her.  She even prefers a puddle over a sprinkler.  What she does love is the water slide -- none of the other kids in her class were willing to try it, so the teachers took turns taking Evey down the slide and she had a ball (so did the teachers!).

Favorite toys:  she pretty much likes anything with lots of parts and pieces.  Her kitchen is a current favorite - lots of plastic cups, spoons, fruit and little plastic hamburgers...  Has a little pink stroller that she pushes around with her "baabee" in it -- she has a couple baby dolls and a stuffed lion that capture her interest now and again - she'll wrap them in blankets and lay them down, feed them from plastic forks.  Pretty cute.  She also loves scribbling with markers (note to self: "washable" markers only wash off if you catch it early...).

She can sing the first line of Sesame Street in "dah dah dah" fashion. And she claps after we say grace.  Tag is still her favorite playmate on the face of the earth.  And the memory of a skinned knee or bruised forehead lingers as she points to those areas with a curious "boo boo?"

Tag was watching her the other evening and commented how unbelievably fun Evelyn is, "and," he went on, "she'll be even more fun tomorrow.  Which is hard to believe, because how can you get more fun than this?  But that's what happens.  She'll be even more fun tomorrow..."  I completely agree.  Pretty amazing stuff.

Love Note from Papa

My Darling Evey,

Mom will never accuse me of expressing myself too quickly. This assignment was due several months ago. You are now 19 months old and have been with us for what seems like only a single exhale. For myself, I am a middle aged man of “Almost 50,” wondering how on earth I was able to turn 29 again.  Let me just say that as big as you are in my life, I could never write enough about you in a single lifetime. All the books in the world could never begin to express the joy you are in my life. To me you are limitless abound in every way.

At 19 months old you are changing before my eyes. I can hear you growing inside and out. They say babies can learn more languages in the first years of their life than at any other point in their lives. I am content to know two languages: English and Evey at 19 months. You see, my little darling, you and I communicate every day. I know, most of the time, exactly what you are saying to me and I rejoice. You like to point at things and ask questions or make a statement. I am your escort and loving it. I have also grown. I have re-trained on the art of proper diapering technique and care. I have learned the latest colors and combinations of outfits that go with baby style. Believe me, this may seem like a small thing, but keeping up with your Mom’s sense of style is a challenge.  For now, let’s just say I have learned how to “install” all the different configurations of clothing you have to wear. Sometimes I realize I am under qualified for the installation, and will seek out a more manageable outfit to dress you in. Oh….how I love to dress you Evey. You are like a Monet every day before me. You are priceless, limitless, and your beauty abounds. I marvel every single day.

You see my darling; I have learned there are more than Seven Wonders in the world. There is wonder when you come running to me smiling with open arms and heart. There is wonder when I have the weight of your body on me at night when you are sleepy and content in my arms. I have personally rediscovered the magnificence of the Great Lakes through your eyes this past July. The two most beautiful things I have ever laid eyes upon are riding through life along side me like a timeless classic movie.  It is wondrous to me how glorious our “big” hugs are together. You see, it takes two to make a really big hug. You and I, together we could hug the world and make everything right. Nothing matters to me, my darling, when you are in my arms. It is truly wondrous and magnificent. How wondrous it was to catch you on video taking your first steps and telling your Mom to leave the kitchen to come cheer you on. You locked eyes with her and were like a flying white horse into her arms. I saw that….and I was in awe. What a wondrous moment in my life.

My goodness, 19 months and you are changing the world already. You and I have danced together. We read together. I make up songs in the car and sing to you. Any songs with a good beat are favorites to you. You may love music darling, but you are the music in my heart forever and always.

Love,
Papa

19 months - Michigan Beach Vacation

We decided to escape the sweltering triple-digits of Memphis and head north for our vacation this summer and had a wonderful time -- is there anywhere more beautiful than coastal Michigan in the summertime?

Saying Hello from Pentwater MI ! 

We turned the only rainy day of our trip into a lovely afternoon browsing shops and enjoying lunch in the small coastal town of Pentwater.  (Evey is looking so grown up these days....) 

 Her first experience at the beach started with initial awe and fascination and a little bit of apprehension (there was wind and great waves that evening!), followed quickly (5 minutes maybe?) by full on thrill -- We had to hold her back from running head first into the waves!  A little "splashing our feet in the water" turned into total drenching -- I was glad I thought to bring an extra set of clothes for her -- that icy Lake Michigan water mixed with cool evening wind would have made for a shivering blue baby !

Pere Marquette beach has a fantastic playground right on the sand -- we spent a lot of time climbing, sliding, climbing again -- Ev LOVED it! She's quite daring, so Tag and I had to take turns running back and forth to ensure she didn't jump from a ledge or topple from a hanging bridge (!)

There was a pier that took us all the way out to a light house with huge waves crashing over monstrous boulders that lined the narrow walkway -- it was a bit unnerving....we kept a firm grip on the stroller handles....But it was pretty cool and gave us a great view of the beach and the tugs moving barges into the harbor.

We took a quick overnight trip to the east side of the state to say hello to Tag's family.  I regret not taking more photos -- it was great to see Evey interacting with everyone, especially her cousin Leah who showered her with affection.  Ev ate it up.   Right off the bat she mimicked Leah when calling for Wally their labradoodle and hollered out in her tiny voice "Waaaaaeeeee!"

 More beach time -- digging in the sand with Poppa --

 She didn't understand the sand getting stuck to her skin at first.  She got over the wierd sandy feeling with some inspiration from Poppa and dove into their pit to help him dig it out... :o)



Sharing her ice cube with Mamma at the Parade :o)

We decided to drive north for a day trip to check out Sleeping Bear Dunes and see if we could find the July 4th parade near Glen Lake.  Following our gut, we stayed on toward Glen Arbor and pulled into a side street that dead-ended at Lake Michigan.  We parked, strolled up to entrance of the street where we saw folks gathering, and realized quickly that we had literally parked in grand central of all the activities (!) and early enough (about 20 minutes prior to launch) to get a good parking spot, stroll a bit along the quaint avenue, and find a good spot to enjoy the parade.  Not bad for a 3 hour drive and no real planning except spontaneity!  The parade was the most hilarious, fun parade Tag and I had ever been to -- where else can you go to a parade with a huge Snow Plow, Unicycles, a full Kazoo Brigade, a parody on The Royal Wedding, and a Sewage Transport logoed "Decker's Plumbing -- Another Truckload of Political Promises" ?!!  Everyone was soooo friendly and we got the kids dancing to the music -- It was fantastic.

 I made Tag do the Dune Climb with me -- he really didn't want to.  He asked why everyone was carrying their shoes and I said "cuz it's hard to walk in sand with shoes on -- we don't need ours, just leave 'em by the vehicle."  And about 20 yards up the climb I was nervous about having left our flip flops....the sand was scorching hot (!!!).  Tag was pretty upset -- but we kept on to the very top, because of course we're both stubborn mules, and ended up with blisters under our toes from the hot sand - Yeowch !! Evey was undaunted and had a ball yelling encouragement to go faster, faster up the hill (huff puff !  that's hard work with a 25 lb toddler on your back !).

We drove around the surrounding area through nap time, still exploring the dunes and the views in the State Park.  Stunning views.

Stopped to enjoy a bit of shade so Ev could run around in the sand without burning her tootsies.

It was a great trip -- we took hundreds of photos and made thousands of perfect little memories.