Anna
Anna continues to be our little tape recorder, and I have to chuckle at the phrases she collects from us. I never realized that I said "sweetie" so much until I heard Anna saying it to Evie. And when she says it, her voice gets all high pitched: "Hey sweetie! How are you?" Sometimes when Evie cries, Anna will say to her, "You're not mad." It's something Dan says to Anna to get her to smile when she's giving us crusty looks. At Anna's age, we can usually get her to smile again by telling her that we can see a smile trying to get out, but when Anna says it to Evie, Evie's usually genuinely upset and no where near a smile. Then there are the times when Anna will playfully hit me or jump on her dad and when we complain say, "You're okay." Maybe I should take a lesson from this different perspective and stop saying that to my kids when they trip.
The other day when Evie woke up from her nap, I told Anna she could go into her room. Over the intercom, I heard Anna say, "Hey Evie, do you remember me? I'm Anna." I thought to myself, "She only took a nap, Anna. I'm pretty sure she remembers you." She's said it to Evie at least one other time too and I'm not sure where she picked this one up. My guess is that it has something to do with our recent ward reorganization. In May, the stake took families from three different wards to make a new ward, pulling us out of our old ward. We even meet in a different building now. So I wonder if maybe some of the nursery leaders have been talking about remembering each other since everyone is getting to know each other.
Sacrament meeting this past Sunday was pretty rough with Anna. Dan's parents have been visiting and she seems to be a little more hyper around them. As we walked into the chapel, she screamed out, "Grandpa and Sandy!" I was just glad we were early. After that there was lots of screaming and acting out and many long visits to the foyer. At one point, another mother came and sat down by us with her baby. Anna stared at him for awhile and then muttered angrily, "Cal needs to be at Benji's house." At first I didn't understand what she was saying and then I realized that she thought the baby sitting next to us belonged to our friends who just moved to Texas and she thought he needed to be returned to his family.
Evie
In July Evie got to start going to nursery. She's been a little more clingy lately, even around my family, so I wasn't sure how she would handle nursery. The first Sunday, I walked with her towards the nursery, prepared to stay with her for a little bit, but as soon as she saw their little kitchen, she let go of my hand and ran into the nursery. She never even looked back. A few weeks later I substituted in her nursery class and I think I was in there a full twenty minutes before she even noticed. So Evie loves nursery and I love that she loves nursery. Having the last two hours to myself makes Church so much easier.
Evie has discovered princesses and loves to say Cinderella, only it sounds like "Lella." Anna has a Cinderella dress that Evie likes to put on when she's not wearing Anna's recital outfit. The Cinderella dress is several sizes too big though and so Evie usually ends up walking on the skirt and slipping around on our hard wood floor. I bought some princess sippy cups the other day. Unfortunately they don't work very well, but Evie will often point at the cupboard and say, "Lella!"
Recently she's been doing some mountaineering, especially in Anna's room. She likes to climb up on Anna's little rocking chair and from there she can climb on top of Anna's dresser or Anna's toy shelf. I've also caught her on top of our computer desk too. I've started moving the chair away from the desk when I'm not using the computer because she loves to climb up on top of the desk. Two weeks ago I was busily making peanut butter balls for a Relief Society activity and Evie was playing quietly in my room. Because I was dipping the balls in chocolate, I sent Anna in to check on her twice and both times Anna said she was just playing. When I had a chance, I went in to check on Evie and found her standing on our desk, behind the monitor, punching buttons on the phone, which was saying, "Your call cannot be completed as dialed. . . ."
Even though Evie is much more adventurous than Anna, she seems to be a little more sensitive than Anna. Last Wednesday I was braiding Anna's hair when Evie started to tear a page in one of our Books of Mormon. I didn't want to let go of Anna's hair, so I yelled, "No, no, no Evie!" She stopped, looked at me for one long moment, and then her face crumpled and she started to wail. She cried and cried, even after I picked her up and tried to console her. Later that same day, she was hitting one of Anna's friends on the back. Again, I showed some lazy parenting, and rather than walk across the yard to stop her, I just called out to her to stop. Once again, she gave me that long stare before bursting into tears. She hasn't done it as much since and I don't know if it's because I've been better about not yelling no or if all the tears were just because she was having a hard day. I have noticed that she says "no" and "stop" a lot more these days.
These two are also becoming partners in crime in their quest to learn initiative. Whenever they go down to the basement together, they get into trouble, and yet I still let them do it. One time they started dropping bottles of Gatorade off the top of the stairs. Yesterday I found cans of soup in Evie's closet. About a month ago, while I was busy signing the both up for gymnastics, they were busy in the basement. I heard some suspicious paper rustling noises and went downstairs to check on them. They had unrolled several feet of wrapping paper. I really wanted to scream at them, but then Evie did a somersault on the paper and I could hear Anna's voice from earlier that day saying, "Mom you always yell at me." So I decided to take a picture instead.





I have to admit that a few hours later I wasn't as patient when they both kept picking my green tomatoes. Taking them out into the backyard also always results in a mess. Evie still doesn't know the difference between red and green and it's almost impossible to stop her picking strawberries or tomatoes. And the hose almost always ends up in the dirt (we have a lot of empty flower beds in the backyard) and the girls covered in mud. Maybe I'll just start stripping them down to their diapers before we go outside so that I don't have to do so much laundry.