I've been telling people she's 22 months old, but that can't be right. Because that means she's nearly 23 months and then she'll be two in March. So the math is...
Evelyn June is 22 months old.
She has 10 or so teeth, a vocabulary of about 15 or 20 words, and abuses markers and crayons on non-sanctioned surfaces. She's outgrowing her Size 3 shoes, and can lift a twelve-pack of Mtn. Dew.
She likes to color, and she can push your legs to where she wants them while shoving a book at you and saying "lap". Or "sit." Because of some annunciation issues, it doesn't sound like she's saying "sit," though. It does, however, sound adorable when she exclaims "Yesssssh!"
Her dancing has gotten weirder. That wasn't a complaint.
I skipped the 21 months post. It was on a sad day, and I didn't feel like crowing about my child's myriad accomplishments and cuteness. We were also both struggling to adjust to the new schedule, and not having an easy time of it. Now that Christmas is over and her nose has cleared up a bit, things are a bit better.
She's growing and changing every day. I say this every time, but it's true. She's eating like a four-year-old. Last night, she even had greens. Cody was beyond thrilled.
She loves Sesame Street and Sesame Street characters. She has a pretty great sense of humor about pretending to eat things she can't eat, or using utensils incorrectly--she shakes her head and says "Nyewwww" laughingly. I love it, even when she cracks herself up way too much while pretending to clean my glasses with her toothbrush.
She's silly and short-tempered and can sit through longer books with bigger words when we read now. She sits in a forward-facing car seat. She weighs around 20 pounds and makes little kiss noises when she wants to kiss you. I love her kisses. And her hugs. And her reindeer pajamas.
Evelyn is a lot of things. Most of them are fun. All of those things are spectacular.