Evie update. She had 2 pokes yesterday. Poor bugger...but she only cried for 10 seconds...then it was done. Ford says he thinks she's going to be a tough cookie. We shall see. She is growing at an alarming rate and is still sporting some beautiful rolls. She is sturdier and stronger and seems to enjoy tummy time a little more. She giggles every time she rolls to her tummy and looks about like, "look what I just did" and she thinks it's big stuff when she is stood up on her little/big legs..giggles in delight every time. She is showing more and more personality everyday. She'll be a sweet one...that's my prediction. We shall see.
She is still exclusively breast-fed although she is beginning to show interest in what we are eating...so sad as she watches the fork go from the plate to the mouth...or as she reaches out with flailing arms and wild drool spilling from her little pink lips while watching Amelia eat an ice-cream cone. Think I might start her on some rice cereal soon...though she doesn't need any extra calories. :) She sleeps like a champion at night...usually all night long which is so great for everyone involved. Naps are a bit tougher. When Evie shows signs of tiredness, we have become accustomed to saying..."time for Evie's 10 minute nap." She's a cat-napper all the way. When she does pull out a long 2 hour nap, we all celebrate. Guess I'd rather have her sleep all night than sleep all day...if I had to choose. She is cute as pie and sweet as punch. I find myself calling her Sweet Evie, especially when we are alone together and all is quiet, and she smiles up at me with a look of contentedness and sometimes she even lets out a sweet little sigh...almost like she's saying, "there's no place I'd rather be, mama."
Ford is working at a law-firm in Grand Rapids this summer. Which means he does not get home at night until close to bed-time. Dinner time is a bummer because I have found that when I am alone with both girls, cooking a large meal for everyone is tough. I'm starting to get the hang of it but Evie is still so needy and completing any project is difficult. So, I find myself scrambling to get Amelia a healthy meal before she begins to melt-down from hunger. Sadly, she often eats it alone at the table while I am cooking, feeding Evie, or trying to put her down for one of her many cat-naps. Amelia does not complain about this. Even when I am asking her for the hundredth time that day to please be quiet. Tonight I got her dinner ready then went in the other room to feed Evie and put her down. When I came out a bit later, Amelia was finished eating and was putting her plate up on the counter without being told. I felt sorry I had missed her dinner time and that she had to eat alone. I picked her up and gave her a huge hug. She felt so heavy and big...long arms and legs...kid...no more toddler. I said to her..."When did you get so big? Stop growing okay? Can't you just stay little forever?" She very seriously placed her soft hands on my cheeks, tilted her head and said, "but Mom, I just can't stay little forever." I replied, "But why not?" Again, very seriously she answered, "Because I have to be a grown-up." Me again, "But why do you have to be a grown up?" Without hesitation she responded, "Because Mom, I have to be a mom...and have my children."
I got a bit of a lump in my throat. As if she knows that her life is a journey, and that growing up is inevitable and amazingly, she already can't wait to meet her own babies.
