He does have his moments, though. If you don't get breakfast in the boy pretty early on, you're in for it. When that happens I have to just get food on the table and walk away. He'll refuse to decide what he wants to eat, he will NOT own to wanting whatever you finally decide to just get for him, and he'll just cry and be unreasonable until he finally chills and gets food in his little body.
For part of the Foster Reunion this year we did "build-up sessions" where each person sits on a chair and for 30 seconds everyone shouts out what they love about whomever is seated. While Ev was up there Kelly yelled out, "He's really jokey!" I chuckled because I thought that fit Ev to a "t". He LOVES to get people to laugh. And he's at the age where almost everything he says is adorable or funny. I love this age.
Some of my favorites about the Ev man:
- He can be mid-cry (and we're talking serious tears and wailing), abruptly stop, and say, "Oh. I'm otay." or "I happy now!"
- He pretends to be Obi Wan Kenobi often, but shouts, "I'm Obi-One-Nanobi!" while wildly wielding his light saber.
- He ALWAYS wants to say the prayer. So we often have two prayers so that other people in the fam have a chance to pray as well.
- Ev is a great brother and totally holds his own with Kelly and Max. He's tough, but sweet.
- He nursed a stuffed animal the other day.
- He rarely says I, he, she...it's me, him, her. "Me want that", "Him do that", etc. Pretty normal. But the funny thing is that when he is repeating verbatim what someone is saying, he will change the I to me. Like we're the ones speaking incorrectly. :) This was especially funny the other night when we were reading scriptures. I was saying the verse for Ev to repeat and we came to the name Isaiah. Without skipping a beat Ev renamed him ME-saiah.
- Brother is a bruiser. As in, he is often bruised. On the face. A lot. Often. Facial Bruises. Sad, but kind of endearing.
- His eyelashes. They are long. Last month he climbed in bed with me in the morning and I couldn't take my eyes off of his lashes. This is what I wrote on Facebook about that morning with the following picture: This sweet boy and his eyelashes joined me in bed this morning for extra snoozes. He keeps whispering things so quiet I can't understand and following up with, "You remember dat, Momma?" I just kept smiling and saying yes because I had asked "what was that?" so many times with no success in figuring it out. :) Such a sweet moment with my little man.
The following are things I posted on Facebook about Everett D:
- While I was mopping this morning, Everett (2) stood on a chair shouting, "Go, Momma! Go, Mom! Alyight, Momma! Yeah!" All the while pumping his fists excitedly in the air. Best I've felt while mopping...well...ever. I'll be renting him out for a nominal fee for your next cleaning day. :)
- Remember how Everett cheered for my while I mopped the floor last month? This morning I was marking my scriptures while reading and he says, "Me watching you mark yours scriptures." I smiled. He began cheering, "Go, Momma! Go, Momma! Yeah!" Complete with fist pumps. That kid is a hoot.
Last month especially, Ev continuously talked about "mine brother at heaven." I told him many times that I JUST brought him a brother from heaven, but apparently that is not who he is talking about. "Me miss mine brother at heaven." "Me love mine brother at heaven." I've asked lots of questions about this brother at heaven, trying to clarify what he means. It's pretty straightforward, he is sure he has another brother in heaven. On our trip to Colorado last month Everett was in his car seat chatting away. I realized that Max and Kelly were asleep and thought he must be talking to me and Tyler, so I answered one of his questions. Ev said, "No, Momma, me not talking to you! Me talking to mine brother at heaven. Him right there." I got chills and Ty and I exchanged a raised eyebrow glance.
Oh, Everett, I love every inch of you.
1 comment:
You're right, he is so stinkin cute. I really enjoyed this post. So cute.
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