Curious and curiouser

The thing about Evelyn being so dang cute, is that it is hard to explain the cuteness and share the cuteness and blog about the cuteness. But seriously, she is so dang cute.

Last night was particularly fun. I don't know if it was the first snowfall or the return from a fun day with her Grandma Lew or just the position of the moon, but Evelyn was in a really fun, goofy, happy mood. She was singing and talking and being silly. She can now say my first name! And Jon's name! I have no idea where she picked that up, but if you ask her what is her mom's name, she'll say "Rachel."

At one point last night, she was carrying a ball of yarn and a giant unopened bag of powdered sugar around the kitchen and told me she was looking for a special place to hide it. She wandered around until she decided to "hide" it back in the pantry where it came from in the first place.

Perhaps the funniest incident of the whole night was Evelyn thinking Tucker was "sick" and needed to be taken care of. But let me back up. Evelyn found a ball of pink yarn in my yarn stash (actually, I brought it out of the stash), and since it was all messed up and tangled anyway, I let her have it. She would put it on her head and call it a hat, or throw it across the room. Then she started playing tug-o-war with Sophie. Evelyn would tease the dog with the big unruly yarn ball, Sophie would grab it with her teeth, then there would be much pulling and running and laughing. Once that fun game ended, Evelyn wanted Tucker to play, too. So she took the pile of yarn and put it on his face. When he didn't return her enthusiasm, she said, "Tucker's sick!" and proceeded to bring him all sorts of things to make him feel better. First her bottle, then her step stool. Next, a potato (why?), a spaghetti squash, and an oven mitt. Then she put the oven mitt on her hand and pet his head and told him he was a good boy. It was about the most adorable/hilarious thing I've ever seen.

Later that evening we walked around the neighborhood in the first snowfall of the season. I taught Ev about snowballs and she tried to step in every puddle on the sidewalk. It was a lot of fun.

There are days and moments of pure frustration and exhaustious, tantrums or whining, but on the whole we are so lucky to have such a happy, fun child. It is a blessing.