You know it's going to be a long day when the baby gives you a bloody lip before 8:00 am...
When he is not resorting to violence, though, Evan is quite charming. He tries to put hats on his head; he smacks his lips when he hears the words 'ice cream.' He climbs everything- Ethan's little chairs, onto the couch, into the bathtub. He can even get on to the seat of Ethan's tractor and bang on the steering wheel enthusiastically. He is so smiley and cheerful right now; I can't get enough of him. Except for when he sinks his teeth into my shoulder or smacks me in the face with whatever shiny object he is clutching or screams for hours before falling asleep while we walk or rock or jiggle. Yeah, otherwise he is great. Right now he is sitting on the floor taking wipes out of the container, one at a time. Then he places them in a bowl meticulously and reaches for another. Occasionally he'll put them back, just as carefully, and he just tried to stuff the plastic bowl into the container, too. (It didn't fit.) I love the look of complete and utter concentration on his face. Another strategy he has figured out is how to transport objects without interfering with his speed-racer crawling technique: orally. So many uses for those sharp little pearly whites! He looks like a pleased puppy as he gleefully scoots across the room with his treasure.
Ethan is as busy as usual, also. One of his favorite things to do right now is sort dried beans- light, dark, big, little, etc.- into muffin tins. Sometimes he pretends to bake them so then we chow down on bean cakes. Well, we pretend. Evan seriously goes to town on those beans. Ethan is also really into these little rubbery bugs. A little sorting, and a lot of detailed scenarios. "The wady bugs are seeping (sleeping). The gwasshoppers are jumping. Time to go nite-nite, gwasshoppers!" Yesterday my parents had left their cooler in the front hall with a couple inches of ice water in the bottom. Ethan carefully laid all the bugs in the water with some big plastic tweezers. "I need to FWEEZE them, Mom! Is dis one weady?" He would pick one out with the tweezers and examine it carefully. "No, not yet. Is dis one weady? Yes! Dis one is weady" etc etc times five hours.
So, another thrillling day at the Eggert's. These days are so precious and soulsucking and routine and exciting. I treasure each one.
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Imagine if you assigned a kid to sort beans and gave them rules and instructions! They would look at you like you were crazy and tell you all the reasons they weren't going to do it! Ahh.. but if THEY dream it up it is another story entirely! I ought to know, because Nick gives me that look many times a day - but too bad for him he is big and should listen to his mother!
All boys should listen to their mothers, regardless of age!!
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