A post from Evelyn: three months
Aug. 14th, 2007 10:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyDear Internets,
I turned three months old on Sunday. They didn't even throw me a party. Don't worry, I let them know who was boss by crying all weekend long! Ha ha! That will show them not to show proper respect on all my significant days! Growing is hard.
I like lots of things these days. I recently have learned that if I concentrate hard enough, I can actually grab stuff! That's really cool! I am also pretty interested in things these days. Lots of things. Like, the floor. And dangly toys. And funny noises. And zerberts. And kisses. And singing! Oooh, have you heard that one song about that old guy on a farm with all the ducks and chickens and cows and stuff? Old MacDonald or something? That rocks! But the best thing in the whole wide world is sitting! Do you know about sitting? It's this thing you do where your legs are the only thing on the ground and the rest of you is up in the world, looking around! It is the awesome! For some reason, sitting is kind of hard so someone has to hold me like that. All. The. Time. Because sitting! Is! So! Much! Fun! And I might cry if you don't let me sit more.
My parents have done an adequate job this month, although there is still room for improvement. I will address some of those lingering issues below, and I will also demonstrate severe cuteness.
Okay, first of all, I need to tell you that midnight is not an appropriate time to take me out to buy a stupid book. Magic isn't even real, so get over it, and let me sleep in peace, would you?
You've done a lot more of that whole going places thing this month. This is acceptable, but you must learn to work around my nap times, eating times and diaper times. I do not wish to be inconvenienced by it. Also, I don't care much for the car seat. Please bring my crib with me at all times.
Here's a clue. If I look like this, it's time to stop messin' with me. And take off those ridiculous sandals you put on me!
Look at me! I can roll over onto my side! I could probably roll on over to my belly but why would I want to? That's gross. Also, I will take this opportunity to acknowledge my mom's restraint in not taking a picture of the day I rolled over onto my side and got all of my limbs caught in the crib rails and couldn't get loose. That was embarrassing.
Life is pretty good sometimes. This blanket I'm laying on is pretty nice, too. My mommy says it was made for me by my potential future mother-in-law. What's a mother-in-law?
My Aunt Kina sent me this shirt and socks. Apparently I am "Swedish", or something like that. I don't know what that means. I thought my name was Evelyn?
if you don't stop dressing me in stuff like this, I WILL call Child Protective Services.
Also, I like toys now! They are fun! Why did you never give me toys before?
It's hard work being so cute all the time! Good for me that I am up to the task.
Love,
Evelyn
p.s. I love you, Mamaw. I wish you could stay here because I will miss you. Say hi to Uncle Scotty for me, would you?
I turned three months old on Sunday. They didn't even throw me a party. Don't worry, I let them know who was boss by crying all weekend long! Ha ha! That will show them not to show proper respect on all my significant days! Growing is hard.
I like lots of things these days. I recently have learned that if I concentrate hard enough, I can actually grab stuff! That's really cool! I am also pretty interested in things these days. Lots of things. Like, the floor. And dangly toys. And funny noises. And zerberts. And kisses. And singing! Oooh, have you heard that one song about that old guy on a farm with all the ducks and chickens and cows and stuff? Old MacDonald or something? That rocks! But the best thing in the whole wide world is sitting! Do you know about sitting? It's this thing you do where your legs are the only thing on the ground and the rest of you is up in the world, looking around! It is the awesome! For some reason, sitting is kind of hard so someone has to hold me like that. All. The. Time. Because sitting! Is! So! Much! Fun! And I might cry if you don't let me sit more.
My parents have done an adequate job this month, although there is still room for improvement. I will address some of those lingering issues below, and I will also demonstrate severe cuteness.
Okay, first of all, I need to tell you that midnight is not an appropriate time to take me out to buy a stupid book. Magic isn't even real, so get over it, and let me sleep in peace, would you?
You've done a lot more of that whole going places thing this month. This is acceptable, but you must learn to work around my nap times, eating times and diaper times. I do not wish to be inconvenienced by it. Also, I don't care much for the car seat. Please bring my crib with me at all times.
Here's a clue. If I look like this, it's time to stop messin' with me. And take off those ridiculous sandals you put on me!
Look at me! I can roll over onto my side! I could probably roll on over to my belly but why would I want to? That's gross. Also, I will take this opportunity to acknowledge my mom's restraint in not taking a picture of the day I rolled over onto my side and got all of my limbs caught in the crib rails and couldn't get loose. That was embarrassing.
Life is pretty good sometimes. This blanket I'm laying on is pretty nice, too. My mommy says it was made for me by my potential future mother-in-law. What's a mother-in-law?
My Aunt Kina sent me this shirt and socks. Apparently I am "Swedish", or something like that. I don't know what that means. I thought my name was Evelyn?
if you don't stop dressing me in stuff like this, I WILL call Child Protective Services.
Also, I like toys now! They are fun! Why did you never give me toys before?
It's hard work being so cute all the time! Good for me that I am up to the task.
Love,
Evelyn
p.s. I love you, Mamaw. I wish you could stay here because I will miss you. Say hi to Uncle Scotty for me, would you?
