Evangeline is growing so fast. I say that every time, but I feel like it’s just increasing more and more rapidly. She’s communicating more clearly and is quite adamant about getting her points across. She is demanding and withholding. She has a mind of her own. She no longer simply parrots back words or phrases without first carefully considering whether or not she’d like to say them. She sometimes says “please” in the softest, most beseeching way that you can’t ever say no. She’ll often even thank you as she toddles off, clearly living in her own little world.
She’s truly becoming a tiny person; no longer is she an extension of us. Her likes and dislikes aren’t just mere additives to her cuteness, they’re discernible things, true preferences. She mimics us, but always adds her own flair to it. She likes to walk around with our old point and shoot camera and take pictures. She tells us to say “cheese!” Sometimes, she’ll say cheese and try to snap selfies, although clumsily. It’s adorable.
She likes pizza, especially the Pizza Hut lunch buffet we go to sometimes on Sundays. She loves going to the park, playing on the swings, and climbing the play equipment. She’s generous, incredibly resourceful, and fiercely independent. She’s also stubborn, strong-willed, and incredibly determined. Few things will distract her from her tasks, and her emotions are ridiculously strong yet fleeting.
People are naturally drawn to her and she is incredibly charismatic, which is the opposite of us. Everyone in the daycare knows her or is aware of her, even those well beyond her age class. She is outgoing and adventurous; unafraid and unrelenting. The sweet-smelling calm before the storm that will naturally follow. It’s an interesting dynamic.
Watching her grow and develop into the person she’s becoming is honestly one of the most rewarding things I’ll probably ever do.
She says far too many words for me to catalog now and is even putting words together, which is awesome. She’s running around with little issue and loves to climb things. She’s too smart to bother doing things she’s capable of doing when there’s someone else there much more capable of doing it for her, which is hilarious!
It’s crazy to think that soon she’ll be two and that she’s been boob free for like, two weeks now. She still snuggles them or mentions them, but she never asks anymore. That time has passed. I’m still sad about it, but not because I wanted it to go on forever… more so because it means she’s growing up.
In news unrelated to Evangeline’s milestones, I had a difficult phone conversation with my grandparents and pretty much drew my line in the sand. They are aware of my feelings and will hopefully no longer bother me about my mother and that situation. We’ll see. I’m keeping them at a distance for the time being. I feel better, though. More relaxed and capable of moving forward now that I’ve made myself abundantly clear.