Oh Evelyn. The fact that is has taken 3 months to write a monthly update will tell you how the past 3 months have been.
You are growing and changing so fast I can barely keep up with you. Every morning when you wake up, I see a new little girl, and I wonder where my baby went. You turn more and more into yourself each day. As fast as your body grows, so does your brain. I see you learn and discover new things daily, and it surprises me and blows me away how much you know!
You have such a sense of humor. You laugh at everything. You make yourself laugh. You have the sweetest belly laugh, but you also have a sassy little chuckle you do when you crack yourself up.
If there’s a floor vent around, you’ll be drawn to it like a magnet. You love the way it sounds when you run your hand up and down the metal. You’ve also discovered that you can squish things into vents. Which is becoming a problem. I found you trying to smash some of your baby food puffs into the vent just this weekend.
This summer in the basement was extra hard on you, but you handled it like a champion. Nap times were very difficult. We would covered-wagon your crib with a black blanket, and as you can see, it was very effective.
We took you to the Parade of Homes, and you were SO happy. You loved being packed around in the Ergo. I think it reminded you of Disneyland
When you were about 6 months, you had a little bump that grew on your cheek. At first it looked like baby acne, and so we waited for it to go away. It didn’t go away, and your great pediatrician had to open it with a scalpel and drain it. We thought that would do the trick, but after a couple months it never healed all the way, and it came back worse. It turned out to be a pilomatricoma. It was a non-cancerous calcium tumor in your cheek, so we had to see the only pediatric dermatologist in the state to get it removed.
The hardest part for you wasn’t getting it removed, although that WAS hard. The very hardest part was the stitches. It took 4 men to hold you still enough for the doctor to stitch you up.
You are undeniably a daddy’s girl. You love me pretty good, but nothing compares to when daddy gets home from work. You are obsessed with him and won’t leave his side. It is a happiness that I don’t have enough words to explain!
You LOVE bath time. Baths are your happy place.
Over the summer you started standing and walking holding onto furniture or a walker. And when you were 9 months, you were taking steps all by yourself!
Right after we moved into our house, we were just about ready to get you ready for bed, and you were walking back and forth between mommy and daddy. You tripped and hit your lip so hard on a corner. Your lip split wide open. It was gushing blood, and we couldn’t tell how bad it was through all the blood. So. Much. Blood. We took a trip to the ER to see if you needed stitches. Luckily you didn’t. I was relieved since your first set of stitches was so traumatic. You did have a very nice battle wound for awhile.
We leave one of the cupboards un-baby-proofed for you. It’s the mixing bowl storage. YOU LOVE IT. You love stacking them. You love putting the smaller bowls in the bigger bowls. You love putting the bowls on your head. You love the colors. You love to move them around. The kitchen is NEVER clean because there are bowls everywhere. But it makes me so happy to see you learn and discover. I love seeing your imagination grow. I would much rather have you play with mixing bowls instead of toys. That is how creativity is born. I hope you see the beauty in imagination as you grow up.
You’ve discovered “people food.” You always want to eat whatever we are eating. And you always love it! You love our vegetables. You love our chicken. You love our pasta. You love our rice. You love food. All food. You aren’t a picky eater. I decided to give you a mini cupcake to see what you did with it, and to practice for your first birthday
On Fridays we get to hang out with your cousin Dylan. Sometimes we go to Nicklecade. He wanted so badly to spend some of his nickles so you could do some rides. It was so sweet. He picked a fighter jet for you, because we love airplanes in this family. You were unsure at first, but after the 3rd time of Dylan wanting you to ride it, you started to have a lot of fun. Dylan LOVES you.
One Sunday morning I was painting my nails, and daddy said, “Should we paint Evelyn’s toe nails???” I said, if you can get her to hold still enough, I’ll do it. And sure enough, he got you to hold still. And you had some pretty pink toes!
One of the most incredibly frustrating things is you WILL NOT hold your own bottle. You completely refuse. It’s not a matter of if you can, it’s that you are so stubborn you simply won’t do it. You can walk, but you won’t hold a bottle. It’s frustrating. I see little babies at the store holding their bottles while the mommies shop… and I get very jealous.
On a cuter note, if we stick our tongue out at you, you’ll do it back. And it is so funny. Then you laugh. You think it’s hilarious.
Evelyn, you are a diamond. You sparkle and shine and reflect light. There is something so special about you. You make everyone around you happy. You love everyone. You let anyone hold you and snuggle you. You make everyone feel loved. You keep everyone around you laughing. You always have something cute to do. You love seeing people laugh. When people laugh, you laugh. I hope you always take great care to love people and cheer them up. I know it will be a blessing to many people in your life! I love being your mommy. You and I have the strongest of bonds. I love you sugar.