Evelyn and Excitement
Feb. 22nd, 2008 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyEvelyn is in a difficult stage right now, so when I sit down to write an entry, I close my eyes and all I can see is me dragging her away from the TV again or pulling her out from under the side table or taking something potentially dangerous (or dirty, had to add that for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
courtesy) away from her. I know, no one cares. Everyone's baby gets into things. Why does she only want to do the stuff she's not allowed to do, though? WHY? She has the run of the living room except for one corner, and that's all she wants to do... unless she feels like leaving the room, which she is also not allowed to do. And she really doesn't want me to sit and play with her half the time. She just wants me to watch her while letting her do her own thing. If I start looking somewhere else, she gets whiney. Mommy, look at me look at me! But don't bother me, I am busy. I need to yank on these electric cords by the television while opening this glass door. It's a fun game, but for only one.
If you remember, she said "mama" at Christmas. She said it on two occasions and it was honestly so clear that she was really saying it--I mean, she was looking at me and reaching and crying and saying "MAMA!" Since then, she has refused to say it. She says "dada" plenty. Sometimes she really does mean M, sometimes I think she's just babbling. (She will hold my cell phone, though, and talk about her daddy. I think that's terribly sweet--every time it rings with M's ringtone* I say, "it's Daddy!" so when she gets to hold my phone--her very favorite object in the world--she thinks about talking to Dada. Anyway, I will ask her to say mama, and she will look at me and say "DADA". And giggle. That's been going on for two months. In the last couple of days, she seems to have a different response when I ask her to say Mama, and yesterday it became really clear that she was actually saying something in response to the request. So, ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to announce that I am now known as "ba-ba". She looks so matter-of-fact when she says it, too, like... duh, of course I can say mama. BA-BA. See? It is not exactly what I had in mind, but it's pretty cute anyway.
Yeah, I really don't think a single day has gone by since her birth that M and I did not gush over just how sweet she is, and smart and pretty and cute. Even when she's obnoxious, she's cute.
She really likes crawling into tight spaces... I guess she feels secure and snug and happy there? She crawled under there and lay for a while with the bottom rail as a headrest, and then somehow she turned around and sat up. Then she took her sock off. Socks are the best toys EVER, you know. She can sit by herself if she wants to but she hasn't figured out yet how she does it, if that makes sense. Anyway, a picture is worth a thousand words. My baby is a weirdo.
*M rings to the tune of The Greening of America. Just a random factoid.
In other news, I am really excited for two reasons. First! My super-important mission this weekend is to go somewhere all by myself! And not just that, but the longer we talked about it, the more we decided that I should really take my time and be gone as long as I want! Maybe even twice! I think something about the post last night and the conversation we had this afternoon when he called and asked me what I was doing, and i cheerfully said I was having a nervous breakdown made my husband think it was time for me to have a break. YAY BREAK! I think I will shop for clothes and pretend that miniature Stacy and Clintons are perched on my shoulders, because all my clothes look sloppy and oversized. It's a nice problem to have but my family is griping at me for not wearing things that fit anymore. Secondly, I got FOMed today! (FOM = Fairly Odd Mother, but I don't know why it's called that.) The diaper sewing board that I'm a member of has this little nice thing where members send random nice things to other members, and I received my very first one... a diaper pattern I had been wanting to try. Cool! I was really excited. I might have jumped up and down. It's just so neat to be thought of by someone else. I think I shall have to send out some packages myself soon!
courtesy) away from her. I know, no one cares. Everyone's baby gets into things. Why does she only want to do the stuff she's not allowed to do, though? WHY? She has the run of the living room except for one corner, and that's all she wants to do... unless she feels like leaving the room, which she is also not allowed to do. And she really doesn't want me to sit and play with her half the time. She just wants me to watch her while letting her do her own thing. If I start looking somewhere else, she gets whiney. Mommy, look at me look at me! But don't bother me, I am busy. I need to yank on these electric cords by the television while opening this glass door. It's a fun game, but for only one.If you remember, she said "mama" at Christmas. She said it on two occasions and it was honestly so clear that she was really saying it--I mean, she was looking at me and reaching and crying and saying "MAMA!" Since then, she has refused to say it. She says "dada" plenty. Sometimes she really does mean M, sometimes I think she's just babbling. (She will hold my cell phone, though, and talk about her daddy. I think that's terribly sweet--every time it rings with M's ringtone* I say, "it's Daddy!" so when she gets to hold my phone--her very favorite object in the world--she thinks about talking to Dada. Anyway, I will ask her to say mama, and she will look at me and say "DADA". And giggle. That's been going on for two months. In the last couple of days, she seems to have a different response when I ask her to say Mama, and yesterday it became really clear that she was actually saying something in response to the request. So, ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to announce that I am now known as "ba-ba". She looks so matter-of-fact when she says it, too, like... duh, of course I can say mama. BA-BA. See? It is not exactly what I had in mind, but it's pretty cute anyway.
Yeah, I really don't think a single day has gone by since her birth that M and I did not gush over just how sweet she is, and smart and pretty and cute. Even when she's obnoxious, she's cute.
She really likes crawling into tight spaces... I guess she feels secure and snug and happy there? She crawled under there and lay for a while with the bottom rail as a headrest, and then somehow she turned around and sat up. Then she took her sock off. Socks are the best toys EVER, you know. She can sit by herself if she wants to but she hasn't figured out yet how she does it, if that makes sense. Anyway, a picture is worth a thousand words. My baby is a weirdo.
*M rings to the tune of The Greening of America. Just a random factoid.
In other news, I am really excited for two reasons. First! My super-important mission this weekend is to go somewhere all by myself! And not just that, but the longer we talked about it, the more we decided that I should really take my time and be gone as long as I want! Maybe even twice! I think something about the post last night and the conversation we had this afternoon when he called and asked me what I was doing, and i cheerfully said I was having a nervous breakdown made my husband think it was time for me to have a break. YAY BREAK! I think I will shop for clothes and pretend that miniature Stacy and Clintons are perched on my shoulders, because all my clothes look sloppy and oversized. It's a nice problem to have but my family is griping at me for not wearing things that fit anymore. Secondly, I got FOMed today! (FOM = Fairly Odd Mother, but I don't know why it's called that.) The diaper sewing board that I'm a member of has this little nice thing where members send random nice things to other members, and I received my very first one... a diaper pattern I had been wanting to try. Cool! I was really excited. I might have jumped up and down. It's just so neat to be thought of by someone else. I think I shall have to send out some packages myself soon!
