Category Archives: Everett
as a herse goes by . . .
Because, well, you know.
Sweet boy . . .
I have this panicked desire to record who you are at age one/two. I want to remember how your legs are so chubby, and your hands are always sticky. I want to remember how you giggle – giggle at everything, and you are most content with a soft blankie and two fingers in your mouth, lounging on your mamma or daddy’s lap. And how you greet people by running at them, full speed, to envelope them with an Ejo hug.
Last week Calvin was sent to time out – and I came around the corner, and there you were, sitting next to your brother, doing his time with him. You didn’t care if you sat at the end of the hallway, bored without toys or treats – you just wanted to be by your brother!
And Olivia, how you love your Olivia. You are always calling and checking for her. Your favorite thing these days is to walk with Olivia to the bus and go to pick her up.
You are so soft and careful with your baby Roo. You kiss him softly and help him with his binkie.
I love it when we say prayers at night – you list each member of your family –
Say daddy – Dadda
Say Mommy – Mommy
Say Olivia – Ah-Ya
Say Calvin – point to Calvin or say where he is because you can’t say Calvin yet
Say Andrew – Baby
Say Daisy – Daisy
You love your family, and we love you – more than I’m afraid you will ever know! Goodness, but you are the shining sparkle that we need for our happiness!
Love, your Mamma
For Everett’s birthday we went to South Towne Mall and rode the carousel, and then to BK for ice cream cones and the playground.
We also sang Happy Birthday to Ejo until he was grumpy. I don’t think he really understood the what the whole fuss was about. But he did like the part where we all gave him presents. We gave him a set of matchbox cars and several little balls (couple foot balls, couple soccor balls, etc – just the mini type. I figured they’d be good for the backyard.) He LOVED the matchbox cars best of all. He gathered them into his arms – there were so many they were falling out! And then he refused to share with Calvin, which was very hard for Cal, and he just played with them non stop for the next two days.
We also invited a bunch of peeps over for some cake and ice cream in celebration of our dear little Everett. We will do another family party later.
Calvin: Mommy, it takes a long time for you tummy to get small. As long as it takes for a new baby to get here.
Me: You’re right. But my tummy is already a little smaller right? (I mean, didn’t he notice?!)
Calvin: Yeah, (then, pointing directly at my chest) but those aren’t smaller!
Conversation between Olivia and an older couple admiring baby Andrew and baby Mason:
Old man: Those are sure cute babies. Where can my wife get one of those?
Olivia, matter-of-factly and nonchalantly: At the tummy store.
Calvin and Alexa after primary:
Calvin: Alexa, we learned about sharing in primary today. It’s important to share.
Alexa: Really? (Alexa’s mom is Cal’s teacher, and she knew that the lesson was on friends, not sharing.)
Calvin: Yeah. So you should share your candy bar with me. It’s good to share.
(All I can say to this story is: Is that Wyatt’s kid or what?!)
Calvin seems to have (FINALLY) moved out of the stage where he needs constant supervision. He seems to know the rules, and doesn’t destroy everything in his path (very often). But just as he’s moved out of that stage, Everett is moving right on in.
Last week I was upstairs feeding the baby, while everyone else was downstairs. When I came out, I heard water on. I went into my bathroom to find the water on, the sink clogged and water spilling over the sides, down the cabinet and onto the floor.
I went downstairs to find Wyatt and found that it was raining in my downstair bathroom (directly below the upstairs one).
Last Saturday night Wyatt and I went downstairs after the kids were “in bed.” When we came upstairs we found a trail of Fruit Loops down the hall, culminating in an entire spilled box in front of my bedroom door.
The next morning I was half asleep, but heard Calvin and Everett get up. Remembering what happened the night before, I got up, and went and tied up the cupboards and fridge, before returning to bed to sleep in.
Later Wyatt got up and got the kids breakfast – cereal and milk. But he forgot to tie up the fridge when he was done.
Later he found Everett, covered head to toe in sour cream, an entire block of cheese in his room, and an entire box of margarine (that I had just bought the night before for Dutch Oven Brownies that we were supposed to have later that day) in various clumps around the house.
Well, lovely Wyatt cleaned the boy and mess up, but he forgot, again to tie up the fridge. Later, just as it was time to get ready for church, I came around the corner to find eJo happily cracking the last of a dozen eggs on my kitchen floor.
Good times.
As a final hurrah we went to the Dinosaur Museum one last time. It was, as always, tons of fun. Afterward we got ice cream played in a kid water feature that I never knew existed until Emmett showed it to us. Lovely end to summer.
