Leisure Baby
Evan may look nothing like me, but I have recently decided that he’s actually a whole lot like me. I have started to call him “Leisure Baby” due to his love of all things leisurely. For instance, he can often be found lying along the back of a couch doing nothing, just like a cat. He will often vanish from my sight, only for me to find him lying in my bed with his head on the pillow and the quilt pulled up to his neck. Sometimes I wander around calling his name, and even going into my room several times, before I notice his little head poking out from under the blanket. He is just lying there quietly and having a nice time chilling out. In the mornings Brynn usually wakes up first now. This is convenient because she can entertain herself until she gets hungry and I get to sleep some more. Sometimes she makes a bit of noise and wakes up Evan before he is ready, so I bring him into bed with me. He will often lie there snuggling for half an hour or so. Every couple of minutes he makes the effort to sit up as if he is going to get out of bed but he generally changes his mind and slumps back into bed. Total leisure baby. He also has a huge love of softness so if he finds a fuzzy rug or silky smooth quilt then he will immediately lie down and purr while rubbing his face against it. I’m pretty sure that’s why he loves my bed so much. I assume he’ll be demanding 1000 thread count sheets as soon as he can talk.
He’s finally getting a reasonable number of words although his pronounciation is horrible. He is big on the double syllable technique of talking. “Wawa” is water, “caca” is cracker, “nana” for banana. He can say “thank you” (san soo), shoes (shou), car (caa), apple (bappo) and a bunch of other things. He pronounces “treat” perfectly, go figure. So that’s pretty cool. He’s a fun little leisure baby.
Brynn is really into scary things lately. She likes monster/ghost movies and books but the downside is she is too scared to go to sleep without the light on. As long as we go back and turn it off after she’s asleep then it’s not a big deal. She wakes up in the night and comes into our room about once a week but it’s usually to tell me some boring story about a dream she had. If there’s anything worse than listening to someone describe a dream, it’s listening to a three year old describe a dream. It makes absolutely no sense and she’s so confused while she’s telling it that she generally spits out the same sentence about ten times while her brain is trying to reassemble the pieces logically. “And then the bunnies fell into the pond. Uh, the bunnies fell into the pond. The the the the the bunnies. The bunnies fell into… into the the the the. The bunnies fell into the the the pond. The the the the.
ARGGGHHHH!
Yesterday she said to me “mommy, what was that song about a ‘fark-ing’ boyfriend?” and I was somewhat stunned and screeched “WHAT!!!?!” and she said “that’s a bad word so why was that girl singing it?” and I remembered that, literally, six months ago or more, we heard a song on the radio with the chorus “will you be my f***ing boyfriend” or something along those lines and apparently it was stuck in Brynn’s head yesterday. I swear we heard it one time and I even changed the channel! So that’s great. I just hope she wasn’t singing it at school. That’s what we get for having uncensored satellite radio…. She’s very good at listening to a pop song once on the radio and later singing it well enough that I can recognize it. She has pretty decent pitch for a three year old. Her other trick is to actually pay attention to the lyrics of pop songs. She’s always bugging me to explain the words. “Mommy what’s a womanizer?” Me: Uhhhhh….