Tom and Jerry

One week until Evelyn's first birthday! I can hardly believe it. This past year has felt equal parts interminable and lightning-fast. Evelyn has been in our lives forver, but her birth feels like yesterday. I guess that is just the way it is.

A few observations about our sweet girl over the past few weeks.

• Eating with utensils is right out. No more jarred baby food on a spoon. No more samples of mom's food off her fork. The only good way to eat food is with your fingers. At least she'll still take a bottle!
• Evelyn is not all that interested in TV. It is on in the background and she doesn't pay any attention. Until, that is, a very old Tom and Jerry cartoon came on. Old Chuck Jones Tom and Jerry. She was mesmerized. I think the combination of the animation and the music really caught her attention. She watched for a good 3 to 5 minutes, clapping her hands and really enjoying it. So funny.
• Also TV-related, Evelyn loves horses and cows on TV. She was shrieking with delight when Jon was watching an episode of Anthony Bourdain in Montana. I wonder if she would like horses and cows in real life...
• She still loves dogs. LOVES dogs. It is really the only word she knows and it might be the only word she ever wants to know. This weekend in Estes Park we were walking through town and she would point and say "Dah" every time a dog was anywhere nearby. Dah. Dah. Dah! "Yes, I see the dog. Ooh, look, there are two dogs! Two brown dogs!" That is how most of our conversations go.
• Carol taught Evelyn how to make a pig sound. Only...not really. It is hilarious. You ask Evelyn, "What does the pig say?" and she makes this sound like she is clearing her throat. Close enough!
• Evelyn is so freakin busy both Jon and I are exhausted. She hasn't taken more than two steps at a time, maybe five times total. She isn't really interested in walking. And THANK GOD FOR THAT. Because once she starts really walking we will never get a moments rest ever for the rest of our lives. Busy. Baby.
• She still loves stairs. Now she also loves pulling the blankets out of her crib from between the slats, trying to crawl up the steps Sophie uses to get into our bed, pulling stuff out of the bathroom trashcan (ew, gross), and any general mischief you can think of. Yep, that's our girl.
• My baby loves bacon. And I love her (even more than I love bacon).