This Summer I have completely enjoyed my little girl. She has sprung into a little blossom, full of energy and spunk. I have cracked up at her antics and thoughts on life and her little Evely-ism’s are so funny. Here are a few things she has said just recently…
“Hey, you’re gonna get soaped and wet!” = soaking wet
“Momma, I got itchies. I got sugar bites.” = chigger bites
“Hold on, boys, I’m gonna get my soup on.” = swimming suit
“I want to see the magnet flying gas.” = magnifying glass
I’ve noticed for a long time that Evely doesn’t really play with toys. She mostly wants to play with the cat. She will get it, hole up with it in her bedroom for as long as the cat will stand it. Now that Summer has hit she is in “pet” heaven and she daily argues with the boys over whether or not a roly-poly is a pet.
Yesterday she had this yellow striped bug that she carried around for about 2 hours. She repeatedly asked me if I wanted to hold it or pet it. She finally came to me and said “Mom, this bug is just beeeeuuuuuutiful!” I love that she enjoys God’s smallest little creatures. Even with two boys, I have never been asked to hold so many frogs, pet so many bugs or be quiet so I don’t scare away the butterflies.
There must be something about watching your last baby emerge from chubbiness and toddling into becoming a full-blown “kid” with opinions and preferences that captures your attention in a new way. Maybe I’m trying to hang onto moments that are slipping through my fingers way too quickly. I find with this last one that I get on to my older ones for trying to teach her how to say things correctly. I fear that when she masters all the words and her thoughts about life are no longer innocent and silly, those baby moments will be gone forever. I love moving on, but sometimes the lingering sweetness of the childlike amazement of life is refreshing when responsibility and grown-up expectations lie so heavy on your shoulders.
“A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot”