My baby turns two this week! If I were to write a book about her life, it would be titled The Baby Who Smells Like Beef. She is one of the strangest and most delightful people I've ever met, and it's going to be so hard to write this post because there are so many things that make Evangeline the special little girl she is. We call her Evey, but mostly---and still inexplicably---she is referred to as Goopy, even by herself. Parenting fail! Anyway, here are some of the things I love most about her.
She is so silly. From a very young age, she's been able to make funny faces on demand, and she loves to tease and giggle and make goofy statements.
She is deeply compassionate (most of the time.) When one of her siblings is crying, she looks at me with big, sad eyes and says "Brother crying." She is generous with hugs and kisses to someone who is sad.
She loves risk. A friend commented recently, "Does she have no sense of self-preservation?" She gets bloody lips or gnarly boo-boos at least once a month just from running too fast or climbing something she had no business climbing. It hasn't yet occurred to her that she's only one year old; she has no sense of her natural limitations. I love that about her but I'm also trying to mentally prepare myself for some X-rays and hospital visits. She is a skater dude's child, after all.
As previously mentioned, she loves meat. When we have steak for dinner or go to a buffet, I get stressed out (and hungry) because I feel like I'm spending the whole time cutting up meat for her, and it's still never fast enough. Her carnivorous character is only strengthened by the fact that her front tooth is chipped, thus giving her teeth a jagged, almost sharklike appearance. I adore her smile.
She has a really vivid imagination. Occasionally she'll bid me farewell with a dismissive "bye Mommy!" When I ask where she's going, she'll tell me, "Georgia. Bike race. Bears." She has a whole scenario in mind.
She's a really wonderful baby sister. I've especially enjoyed watching her relationship with her 3-year-old sister Piper. Though she's fiercely independent, she also enjoys being a follower, and sometimes she and her sister walk around our house holding hands and immersed in some kind of pretend play. "Hideout" is one of her favorite words because she absolutely loves building forts and hideouts with her siblings.
Depending on what she's doing when you see her, you'll either say "She is all girl!" or "She is 100% tomboy." She really just enjoys all of life, whether she's requesting that we help her ride her bike on ramps or if she's begging me to paint her nails. No matter what she does, she's all in, and she kind of demands that you join her.
She has acquired knowledge of the English language quite quickly. She has yet to meet a word that has enough syllables to intimidate her. We laugh all day long at the adorable things she says, "oh my goodness!" probably being our favorite.
She has a very commanding presence. When Goopy tells you to do something, you obey. One of our friends was watching her in the nursery and said he felt bad that he gave her so many animal crackers, but he couldn't really help it. I understood completely. Even her most dramatic siblings don't put up a fight when she takes something from them. Even yesterday she told me, "Change diaper and then go outside, okay?" and I said "Okay" and we did, then I realized that she totally just determined our schedule! It's hard to say no to her.
That said, she is really learning to obey. She's seen her siblings get disciplined, so she knows life will go best for her if she refrains from rebellious choices. When she's fussy I can threaten her with a nap and it actually works; either she'll be cheerful for another hour or she'll agree she needs a nap. I've never had a kid do that before.
She eats food really fast. The pincher-finger stage was quite short and she's been grabbing food by the fistfuls or enormous spoonfuls for quite some time now. When I give the kids half-cookies from Publix while I'm shopping, it can last them most of the shopping trip, but Goopy's cookie is usually gone by the time I've put the first item in my cart.
She really loves her daddy. I wonder if it's because she was formula-fed so the snuggles were a lot more shared and we don't have quite as much of a biological connection. Maybe it's because Peter gets softer with each kid and he spoils her lavishly. Maybe it's because she's basically a clone of my husband's personality. Either way, she really loves him, and I love how special their relationship is.
Well, that's just scratching the surface in an attempt to describe my lovely little Evey. I wrote about her on her last birthday as I do for all my kids, and it was crazy how similar that post was to this one. Her personality is so strong that so many of her defining characteristics were evident even before her first birthday. I dream big for this girl and love her with all of my heart. I go to sleep grateful each night that God would give me another day being her mom. Happy birthday, Goop.
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My name is Hope.
I'm 26, married to a former skater dude, and raising little people ages 6, 4, 3, and squishy-baby. I like lime green and sarsaparilla, and I wear my Crocs until they melt. (Florida problems.)
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