Our little girl is becoming, well, a little girl. She is getting a personality and a sense of humor, likes and dislike, favorite things and favorite people. I think I posted recently about Evelyn's newfound love of her blanket. She takes it everywhere. I know it is a developmental thing, and it will likely turn into a headache at some point, but it makes me so happy to see her so happy with something that is all hers. She loves it, and that is wonderful.
I also learn every day how much she knows. I really don't give Evelyn enough credit for how much her little brain is absorbing. She can't speak yet, but she knows the names of a lot of things. Ask her to go get her shoes, and she will. Ask her to give up her pacifier, and she will (or make a game of NOT giving it to you). She knows the name of the dogs and I think she can say Tucker (tukatukatukatuka). Ask her to point at various objects and she will. It blows my mind how much she knows. Even things I've never heard said around her. The other day Jon asked Evelyn to point at the bee in her book, and she did! Now, maybe Jon always asks her to point at the bee, but I've never heard them talk about it before and it's not like the dogs and sheep and cows that she fawns over in most of her books. But she knew what a bee was! Awesome.
As for sense of humor, Evelyn is developing a real goofy side. There is a farmer in one of her books, and I don't know what is so funny about it, but everytime we get to that page she points at it, and as soon as you say, "yes, that is a farmer," she gets a huge grin and giggles. She thinks it is hilarious to play keep-away games, and the other night Jon was wearing dress shoes and Evelyn would walk up to them, touch the toes and then run off laughing. I don't know why it is funny, but Evelyn does, and she makes herself laugh. Much like her mother.
Amidst all this fun, Evelyn is also throwing larger and more frequent tantrums. Don't get me wrong, they are still small and infrequent, but they are there. In Costco last night she got REALLY upset when her little sample of tortilla-crusted tilapia was all gone. And cartoons...lord almighty, she loves this one set of cartoon shorts from 1946. Thankfully they are actually pretty good. Great music, interesting animation. Her favorite is Peter and the Wolf, with The Whale Who Wanted to Sing at the Met a close runner up. My favorite in her group of favorites is "All The Cats Join In." It's a jazz interlude...
So we are trying to limit the cartoon watching, doing a little before her morning nap and before bed, but sometimes she gets so mad! She'll whine and moan at the TV, making her scary wolf face, trying to grab any remote control to turn the TV on. She just loves those shorts!
Anyway, it is so fun to watch her grow up. I wonder what she'll be like when she is 6 or 16. But for now I am trying to enjoy these little things before she is all grown up. It will be here too soon.
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