Evan had his birthday yesterday and now he’s a little toddler complete with crazy tantrums. We bought him a toy car rescue center which we gave him in the morning. He was playing with it downstairs in a complete trance for a couple of hours until it was bath time. I had to carry him upstairs screaming and crying and then I got him undressed but he just ran to the gate and had a 15 minute naked tantrum, shrieking and jumping up and down trying to get back to his precious toy. Brynn and I could not stop laughing at how adorable he was – which didn’t help his mood much.
We went up to Connecticut for lunch and cake. We had yummy lamb made by Carol, and Evan took a big piece and started chowing down without waiting for me to cut it – a true Valentine! The chocolate cake was a big hit with him as well. A lot ended up on his shirt but he still devoured it faster than anyone else.
I was trying to remember what Brynn was like when she turned two but I have no particular memories of that day. I guess having a two week old at the time was a bit distracting. Still, I wish I could remember how much she could talk and whether she had any idea what a birthday was. Evan was oblivious to the significance of the day but did seem to understand that we were singing happy birthday to him. Or maybe it was just that everyone was staring at him! He acted shy and hung his head a little which I haven’t seen him do before.
As for his personality, well he is generally fearless and we can let him roam the house and yard without worrying that he will fall over or otherwise hurt himself. He is very physically capable but he doesn’t have much common sense so he’s likely to bolt out onto the street if he gets half a chance. I’ve had to put gates up all over the yard to fence him in. He is terrified of our Roomba (robot vacuum) and hides on a couch behind a cushion whenever it’s running. He has no fear of older children and will try to join groups of them at the playground. The other week there was a group of four boys who were probably 7-9 years old and Evan was hanging out with them while they just looked at him in confusion. He has a lot of words now but his pronunciation is still horrible and he’s not really combining them yet. He’s getting very funny about pointing out things and having us validate the word for him. If we disagree then he becomes furious. He was pointing at the sun in a book and saying “moon” and I kept correcting him but he just got madder and madder to the point where he was crying and flinging himself around on the floor. I finally had to agree that it was, in fact, the “moon” just to get him to calm down.
Probably the funniest thing is that he refuses to acknowledge his own existence and will never say his own name. He also stays mute if we point at him in a picture and ask ‘who is that?’. But he obviously knows his name because he responds to it, and he happily points out Mommy or Daddy in a photo. Very odd little guy! Happy Birthday Evie!!