underdogishere

There can be no denying that I have neglected posting notes of Evelyn’s development on this blog, and for that there are many excuses, and maybe even a reason or two. Suffice it to say that when Evelyn became mobile about 2 years ago we realized that the golden days when it was easy to keep track of her were all but gone. She is now a wonderful 3 year old who continues to brighten our lives, except now she is more akin to a firefly who flits from place to place than a candle providing light from a single location. Finding time to write is not as easy as it used to be.

Independence looms. We still, of course, accompany her to the neighborhood park, but this year she is just as likely to find some playmates to go down the slide with as she is to ask us to follow her from one device to the next. Every time I begin to tire of pushing her on the swing I remember that next year she probably won’t want Dad to push her on the swing anymore, and that will be not be good.

Of course, the big news is that in approximately 6 weeks she will become a big sister. (We are planning a homebirth, so I'll probably write about that soon). All is going well on that front, both Mom and the baby are doing well. Evelyn is also doing well. We are about 4 months in to reading her the ‘I’m about to become a big sister’ books that we collected a while back. We have been describing the joys of big sisterhood to her, and for the most part she is looking forward to it. About once a week she tells us that a ‘little tiny baby’ is coming to live with us while holding her thumb and forefinger about half an inch apart. We tell her the baby won’t be quite that little. It is so interesting to see her regress a bit, which we hear is very common. She occasionally sticks a pacifier in her mouth (something she NEVER did as a baby), taking it out to tell us “I’m a little baby”. It is very cute.

Speaking of cute, occasionally I still have to sing her to sleep and recently I have been singing songs to her that she doesn’t know to minimize the chance that she will sing along, and thus stay awake longer. The result, or course, is that she has now learned most of the words to both “American Pie” and “City of New Orleans”. So this evening we came back from a drive and I was carrying her across the driveway to the front door when she belts out at the top of her lungs “…and the good old boys are drinking whiskey and rye, singing this’ll be the day that I die”. As Linda says, we will have a lot of explaining to do next time we bring her to a sing-a-long at the city library.