Category Archives: Evelyn

Pink Puffy Hearts

I’m feeling awful warm and snuggly about my kids these days.  Yes, they drive me to the brink of sanity DAILY, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love ‘em more than my luggage.


Liam has been talking more and more and the things that come out of his mouth just charm me again and again.   He may be an ornery turd on many occasions, but you can’t deny that he’s cute.  And when he’s requesting his third viewing of “Cars” that day… well that’s kinda cute too.  And so is the little dark look and stomped foot when I say, “No way, Jose.”  With his newfound vocabulary, we’re having a much easier time getting our requests, demands and reprimands through to him.  Sure, he doesn’t listen 100% of the time (what kid does?), but to see him actually DO something we tell him to?  Well that’s just plain awesome.

The other day, he had a little pan of cereal, much like the one pictured above.  He loves me to put his cereal for breakfast into one of the bowls or pots that came with the play kitchen he and Evie got for Christmas.  He had it over on the “counter” in the play kitchen and was having himself a little feast.  Evie determined that someone was eating something and since she is all “FOODNOMNOMNOM” these days, she booked over there to share in the fun.  Liam’s instinct was to push her aside and thwap her on the head.  I reprimanded him and then, not hoping for much, asked very nicely if he could share a little with her.. let her have a little too?  At best, I figured he might portion out a few kernels of cereal in front of her and keep the rest to himself.   But, bless his heart, he passed over the whole pan full and let her have her fill.

Of course, then she up-ended it all over the floor.  But seriously, for a minute there, I thought my heart was going to burst from pride.

He’s been doing that more and more lately.  Listening to requests of mine and acting on them.  And I’ve been very sure to praise him heavily every time he does something kind to his sister or does something for me when I ask him to.  So far, he seems to really like the praise.  So I’m hoping this means we’ll see a lot more of this “Nice Liam” in the future.


They still don’t play that great together, but it’s coming, little by little.  Right now, they’re both sitting on the couch (sans cushions because that’s the only way Evie can climb on it is when the cushions are removed), eating some graham crackers for snack and watching “The Backyardigans”.  Evie will kick her feet and Liam will do the same and much giggling ensues.  Moments like these are golden.  They are golden because they are RARE.  More often than not, Evie has grabbed one of Liam’s cars that he has lined up so dutifully on the back of the couch (see above photo) and this earns her a shove and a thwack on the head.  She cries, I yell at Liam, lather, rinse, repeat.  So I make sure I enjoy the golden moments that much more.


Evie is knocking on the door of 15 months and is growing up before my very eyes.  She is WALKING.  Did I mention that?  In the last week or so, she has gone from cruising around furniture, to taking a step or two here and there when she thinks no one is watching to flat out walking across the floor.  Is her technique flawless?  Oh heck no. It’s a good thing this girl is cloth diapered because otherwise her rump would be black and blue from all the times she has plopped down on it.  But seriously.  WALKING.  God help us all.

She’s also getting better with the sippy cup.  Just today, in fact, I gave her some water with a splash of apple juice in it and she has downed that sucker.  This is amazing progress.  Now if I can get her drinking milk reliably out of a sippy cup, maybe she’ll decide to wean.

That’s a slippery slope right there.  Weaning.  I’ve never nursed for this long before and I think it’s actually pretty awesome.  I’m loathe to shut the door on our nursing relationship because it will also be shutting the door on nursing altogether.  At the same time, I know it’s natural for her to grow up and away from me as a source of nutrition.  And the nursing has been taking a toll on me health-wise because DUH, I am The Lame when it comes to things like taking vitamins and making sure I keep myself healthy.  But I don’t really want it to end.  At the same time I know that it has to.

*cough* Anyhow.  Where was I?

Oh yes.  My little girl.  With her wispy-curly hair (Fuzzhead, I often call her).   And her dimpled grins.  And her tendancy to turn really, really cranky if she’s not fed on time.  This girl loves FOOD.  She will eat ANYTHING.  And a lot of it while she’s at it.  She’s Liam’s polar opposite in the eating department, which is kind of a breath of fresh air.  In fact, if anything, she’s liable to steal your food from you.  I guess if she flashes that dimple at you while she does it, that makes it okay.

Okay, well Liam is trying to sit on Evie and she’s rubbing her eyes and acting tired (a whole two and a half hours EARLY!) so I guess the golden moment is over.  Time to return to reality.  Thanks for joining me on this rose-colored love-fest though!

Crybaby Girl

Evie is just darling.  Are ya all sick of me saying that yet?  But lord in heaven, it’s true.


Having a girl is so different from having a boy.  And I know this isn’t generally true.  Believe me, I do.  But I do know that Evie’s temperment is much much different than either of the boys. Her reactions to things is different.  The way she relates with us is different.  And after many years of boys, it’s kind of a nice change.  And not that I don’t still appreciate the way I relate with my boys.  But it’s just different.  Can I say different again?  DIFFERENT.


She’s very sensitive to chaotic situations.  Liam LOVES to take advantage of this.  If he suspects that Evie is playing too calmly and quietly by herself, he will go out of his way and thwack her on the head or knock her down or take whatever toy she’s playing with.  Just so he can hear her cry.  Her abject misery is a delight to him.  And, frankly, sometimes I think he finds her reactions so charming because he just doesn’t understand them at all.  Because she is 100% different than he is.   Pissing Evie off is one of Liam’s chief pastimes.


And sometimes Evie will dissolve and no one will know quite why.  She’ll be playing contentedly and then the next thing we know, she’s in tears.


The poor dear.  But you gotta admit.  It’s kind of cute.  She has completely stereotypical crying fits too.  Complete with the rubbing eyes and heaving chest and hiccups afterward.  It all just makes me want to nom on her even more.  Because OMG, baby is so DELICIOUS!


Not that my boys don’t cry.  But it’s different.  Liam, when in a temper fit (which his temper fits are completely adorable because he is wee and hard to take serious), he tends to wail as loud as possible and throw himself on the ground.  He might even add a stomp for good measure.  Harry will curl in a ball and/or remove himself entirely from your presence.  Evie?  She becomes utterly woebegone.  She knows exactly how to trigger your sympathy reflex so you’ll drop your camera and run over to scoop her up and kiss her forehead while she heaves shakey sighs.

OMG, I love that girl.

To Her Royal Highness, on her first birthday

Dear Evelyn, (also known as my ONE YEAR OLD DAUGHTER. GAH.)

You may recall (or not) that your first birthday was on Friday.  This was largely the reason we went to visit Elko last weekend.  The prospect of celebrating such a huge milestone in not only your life but in ours as well here alone at home with just a store-bought cake between the lot of us was just plain depressing.  You know, because we have no friends.

I think it’s the leprosy.


We emerged from the cozy cocoon of our abode and ventured forth to a foreign land (Elko) to break bread with our family there and I’m so glad we did.  Not only was it nice to see and hang out with everyone there, it was nice to get away from home and the rigors of daily life (otherwise known as your brother Liam… not that he wasn’t there but that dealing with him in a new environment was… refreshing).


You were darned cute in your birthday outfit that I worked so hard to scrape together.  Though I wager you could have worn a paper sack and been just as adorable.  I think it’s that dimple in your cheek.  It makes you instantly edible.  You were the center of attention and not jut because it was your birthday (though I’m sure that helped), but because you just flourished under the attention.  You would play shy, covering your eyes with your fists or turning into my shoulder, but it wouldn’t be long before you would flash your dimple and smile with your pearly white teeth and hearts were broken all over.


You had a great time at your party.  You got to eat pizza for the first time and it was a huge hit.  Though we do have to work on either a) me cutting you smaller pieces or b) you actually chewing and swallowing one piece at a time or c) both because you also had a great time gagging on the pizza and giving your poor mother a heart attack.


Yet again you enjoyed being the absolute center of attention and enjoyed everyone’s reactions more than you enjoyed your first taste of chocolate cake.  I think this can’t possibly bode well for us in the future.  I am thinking I should enjoy your rather silent nature now, while it lasts.  Though you’re not entirely silent.  You are saying a few words, FAR sooner than either of the boys.  It all started with “pretty” and has expanded steadily since.  What can I say?  You’re a smart girl.


You have a great appetite, which is a refreshing change after Liam.  In fact, there are times I have to remind myself to let you try something new instead of writing if off like I have gotten used to with him.  Food you love: cheese puffs (the Gerber variety), graham crackers, McDonald’s apple pie, belgian waffles and yogurt melts.  Though, honestly, you’ll pretty much try everything.  Now if only we could convince you to try to drink out of a cup!  Right now, anything plastic is strictly verboten.  I’m hoping this will change soon.  Not that I am especially looking forwad to when you wean, but that it would be nice to have other options for getting liquid in your body.


You finally got some toys that are YOURS for your birthday.  Most of them are obnoxiously pink/girly, in hopes that this will encourage Liam to leave them alone and let you play with them.  So far, it’s not working.  He’s a huge fan of your stroller/walker and often sets his dolphin and cup in it to take them for a spin.  But on the occasions that your naps do not overlap too much, I make sure you have a good opportunity to play around on the floor with ALL the toys, not just the ones that are specifically yours.  And I rest assured in the knowledge that some day you will be as big or bigger than Liam is and will be able to stand up for yourself a little better.  At least, I hope so.  Don’t be a doormat, my love.  Don’t let that bully walk all over you.  From what I’ve seen of your spirit so far, I don’t think I need to worry.


You do tend towards dramatics from time to time, when the boys would not.  But so far, you generally always have a good reason for melting down; tired, hungry, smacked in the head by your jerk of a brother, etc.  For the most part though, you are very easy going and I never worry about taking you somewhere with me.  You did very well in Elko and while you would not stay in your pack n’ play all night, you don’t stay in your crib all night here either so I wasn’t expecting that.  You would nap there quite happily though and never seemed nervous or scared of the new and different surroundings.  I’m thinking this trait will come in handy this summer when we travel to Florida.  I’m already breaking out in hives just thinking about it.

All that said, I still can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.  I always knew I wanted a daughter but I never knew just how special and wonderful it could be to have a girl in my life.  I’m really looking forward to the years ahead and what new things you will learn and do.  I hope we can always be close.  I hope you don’t hate me too much when you get to be a teenager.

Happy Birthday, sweet girl.  You are precious to me.

Love, Mama

Birthday Girl


Today is the day I’ve been dreading since I first found out I was pregnant back in August of 2007.  Evie turns one year old today (one minute ago, to be exact, at 12:29pm).  She’s no longer an infant.  She’s growing up before my very eyes and today is just a physical celebration of that.

Falling in love

Celebration?  That seems like a strange word to use about a day that I have wanted to deny.  It’s not that I don’t want her to have a happy birthday or that I don’t want to watch her grow and learn new things.  It’s just that she is my last.  My baby.  No more babies after her.  And I will no longer have a newborn baby to cradle.  That, to me, is very sad.


But I don’t want to focus on that today.  Being out of town, visiting the in laws in Elko, helps.  It’s distracting and that’s what I need so that I don’t get too melancholy.


She is getting so big and doing so many new things all the time.  She won’t walk, but she’s playing around with pulling up (she grabs onto something with her hands and then “hangs” there, unsure what to do with her legs).  She doesn’t crawl but she commandos and will sometimes get up on her knees and rock back and forth.  She doesn’t speak but she has words… something that amazes us since neither of the boys ever said a word before their first birthdays.  She still nurses several times a day (and night!) and won’t have a thing to do with bottles or sippy cups.  But she has a wonderful appetiete and eats anything and everything she can get her hands on.  Table food is awesome, in her book!

Girly Girl

She’s prone to crying if she feels she has been wronged, most often via Liam.  And it doesn’t matter if it’s an accident (Liam tripping over her on his way across the room) or on purpose (slapping her on the head when he’s feeling angstful), she will crumble in a pile of sobs and tears.  She also has a big smile and a happy temprament.  She wakes up in the morning with a big smile on her face.  She takes wonderful naps and is happy to go to bed at night (if only she would stay there!).  She loves her family and friends but has a special fondness for her mama.   I’m hoping she’ll be a mama’s girl for years to come.


She completes our family.  It’s been a crazy year and this next year promises only to be even crazier.  But I couldn’t imagine our lives without her in it.  Yes, I’m sad not to be having any more babies.  But I’m so happy that my baby is her.


Happy Bithday, Evelyn!  Mama loves you SO much!

Pretty Girl B&W

On the cusp of One

Evie turns one in a week.  One week.  One.  Pardon me while I go freak out for a minute.


How has one year passed by so damn quickly?  I’ve been dreading this birthday since I found out I was pregnant.  Since I found out I was carrying a girl.  Since she was born and I heard her lusty, vibrant cry.

She’s my last and while it’s never very easy to see your baby turn one year old, it’s even harder when you know you’ll never again have a little infant in your arms.

Okay, I can’t continue down that same train of thought or I’ll end up sitting in the corner, rocking myself and sucking my thumb.

The point is, the Big Birthday is coming up.  We’re going to Elko sometime this next week and will do the party there with members of Kile’s family.  I’m trying to distract myself with the minutae of the trip and party in order to not focus too heavily on the significance.

God, I love that little girl.

It hurts to acknowledge she’s growing up and away from me.

So, anyhow.  That’s what I’m thinking about this fine Friday night as I suck down a cold Hornsby’s, watch LaBamba on OnDemand, knit yet another pair of shorts and cruise my favorite message board for the latest gossip and jibber jabber.

Happy weekend, ya’ll.

Eeny meenie miney mo

It’s that time again.  Time to hunt down a new car seat.  It feels like we just did this last month or something but my blog archives tell me it was more like two years ago.  Huh.  How about that.  

So even though Evie’s carseat is okay to 30 pounds, she is getting awful close to a year old and carting around one year olds in those bucket car seats goes against my own personal philosophy.   And tax return time is coming up and that’s as good a time as any to be getting carseats.  Especially when your tastes are as extravagant as ours.  Seriously, once you go Britax, there’s no going back.  All other carseats are shit, comparatively.  And I’m not one of those safety guru/nazi sorts either.  They’re just really good carseats.  

The difference this time is we have two options to choose from.  We could get another Boulevard for Evie (and could potentially get one in adorable and obnoxious girly colors to boot!) and then we would have two Boulevards.  Wee!  OR we could get a Frontier which is Britax’s kick-ass new toddler carseat/booster/awesomeness.  And it’s cheaper too!  Thing is, we could POTENTIALLY find the Boulevard on sale somewhere.  And the Frontier has this nasty little habit of being virtually sold out everywhere we look.  And if we got the Frontier then Evie would inherit Liam’s Boulevard.  And theoretically we could buy a cover for it in the adorable and obnoxious girly colors.  

IMG_0325Liam is rooting for the Frontier.  It has cupholders! 

Of course, this will all depend on whether or not I can find a Boulevard on sale and whether or not any place has Frontier’s in stock when it comes time to buy.  We’re leaning towards the Frontier since we know it would last for Liam (and potentially Evie but considering Liam’s stature probably not) until the end of TIME.  Or, you know, at least until he’s in high school. 

IMG_0326Gratuituous shot of Liam driving the van without pants on, just cuz I could. 

Since when did this become a knitting blog?

Okay, so here are the “action shots” of Evie wearing her new knit-by-me longies.  I think they turned out great (if I do say so myself) and am looking forward to making many more in the future.  I guess it’s a good thing that I plan to sell these because otherwise Evie would end up with WAY more longies than she could ever possibly wear.




Of course, it doesn’t hurt that the model is downright delectable.  And that outfit?  100% handmade.  Oh yeah, baby.  Okay, so I didn’t make everything (just the shirt and the pants) but STILL.  Even her DIAPER is handmade.

So who wants longies?  Line forms to the left!  (heh)

Traditional Last Post of the Year

Wow.  It has been a loooong day already and it’s only just now 6:30.  I’ve got a long night ahead of me.  I don’t think I’ve had enough caffeine to warrant such a day.  But it’s fitting that the last day of 2008 be a long, long day.

Kile got up with the chickens and went to register the van.  Apparently the DMV isn’t a very busy place first thing in the morning on New Year’s Eve (that also happens to be a Wednesday).  He was back 45 minutes later, which is pretty good considering it takes a half hour to get there and back.

After he got the car seats moved back over (and the van jump started because apparently it doesn’t like the combination of being bitch-ass cold and not used for a month) (oh and the fact that Kile had his phone charger plugged in the battery slot for a few weeks)  (oops), we left the house.  We stopped in at Sonic to get some breakfast because a) Sonic rules and b) we were rather hungry.  Sonic was The Awesome, as always.

Then we went to Evie’s doctor appointment where we found out that she is, in addition to being completely adorable (and according to a couple we ran into in the hall on the way to the scale, “just like the Gerber baby!”), she is both chunky and short.  Nice combo!  She weighs 20lbs 13oz, which is frankly much less than I was expecting.  But since she’s so SHORT (30th percentile, ya’ll), it makes her rather chunky.  It’s all in her legs, mind you.  She has the most thunderous thighs.  They’re very succulent.  Anyhow, she got a flu shot and her hemoglobin tested and I think the part she hated the most was when he stuck the thing in her mouth so he could look at her throat.

After the appointment, we hit Walmart.  Hoo boy.  I’m trying to block most of it from my memory, but we did a lot of shopping.  And I think we might have cleared the freakin’ shelves while we were at it.  But we’ve got groceries now.  And we only forgot a few things (dryer balls and something else that even now I can’t quite remember).

Then we bought a bunch of booze at Smith’s on our way home.  Because, duh, it’s New Years.  You’ve gotta have a lot of booze.  And Smith’s always has mighty fine deals on booze.  And then we went home.  Because it was time and we were tired.

So far tonight we’ve eaten some fabulous Chinese food that we put together here at home and are watching “The Perfect Storm” on OnDemand (Kile says it’s the perfect movie for 2008… snort).  When the movie is over, I think we’re going to play some Rock Band.  And I’m going to try very hard not to fall asleep.  Even though I am so very, very tired.

I hope everyone is having a safe and happy New Years.  I will see you all in 2009.  Let’s have a better year, shall we?

Quick! I need your opinion!

Okay, every week the site that I love to buy cloth diapers off of has a photo contest.  And most weeks, the contest involves a specific diaper.  Since I only have a handful of diapers, it’s pretty rare that I have the diaper in question.  This week?  I DO!  The idea here is to take a picture of your child with or in the diaper being featured and submit it.  That following week, submitted photos are featured on the different pages of the site.  The winning photo is featured on the front page and the winner recieves a FREE DIAPER.

Now, I never really expect to actually win the contest as my photography skillz are mediocre at best.  BUT I would like to be featured on the site someday.

This week, the diaper is called “1981“, since it’s cheery little rainbows evoke images of the early 80’s.  It’s a pretty diaper and Evie rocks it.  I took a monster amount of pictures of her with and in the diaper this afternoon but now I can’t pick which one to submit to the contest.  I have until 12:00am MST tonight to submit.

So in the meantime, I need ya’ll to help me pick.  Which one is your favorite?  Leave a comment below and you’ll have my eternal gratitude!





OMG, she did it again!

Last night, for the second time in three days, Evie slept in her crib until 5am.  




She cried when I first put her down and didn’t stop after about 5 or 10 minutes so I retrieved her, nursed her some more, and tried again.  Kile and Harry both were out in the loft at the time too, watching television and playing Halo and the lights were on and all that good stuff.  So I had to walk by them to get her to her room and she was thinking, “Hey, I wanna join the party!”  Also, she had drowsed off while nursing the first time and I think she actually falls asleep in her crib better if she doesn’t also fall asleep while nursing.  

The next attempt, she cried again but this time for only about five minutes.  And then she was quiet.  ZOMG.

I didn’t make the same mistake I made on Sunday night where I went to get her if she was only fussing.  But, looking back, I’m not sure ever really fussed.  In fact, Kile went to peek in on her when we went to bed at nearly midnight (what is WRONG with us?  what do we have against going to bed at a reasonable hour??) and she was fast asleep.  

I actually thought it was earlier than it was when she woke up.  I listened to her fuss for a few minutes until it was clear that she was not going to fall back asleep.  In fact, as soon as I brought her back into bed with us and got to nursing her, she fell right back asleep.  I imagine I could have put her back in her crib then, but I like being able to cuddle with her, at least a little bit.  Though I think I’ll have to toughen up in a couple months.  

But that’s not the end of it!  She went back to sleep after I nursed her at 5am and I woke up, as I always do, when Kile got out of the shower a couple hours later.  I nursed her again at that point and… she went back to sleep.  She NEVER does that.  Here it was 7:30 and she was sleeping MORE?  In fact, she didn’t wake up until after Harry left for school, at nearly 9am.  Wow.  

I hestitate to call the battle “won” at this point.  And, according to Kile, his parents are coming this weekend so she’ll be back in with us for a couple more days (I always worry about consistency, but I imagine it’ll all be okay).  But these are definitely some wonderful steps in the right direction.  Sleeping, on her own, in her own crib, without nursing, for NINE hours… well, that’s something I can get behind.  Way to go, Evie!