In just two days, Evie will be twenty-one months old. I'm not quite sure where she got it, but Evie has started doing this thing where she will spread her legs apart and hold out her arms and declare, "huggy!" She did it the other day when Anna was on the floor crying. I think her intent was to give Anna a hug to comfort her, but Anna just ignored her while I got out my camera and tried to capture her huggy stance.
Along with the huggies come kisses. Evie has finally learned to pucker. She used to just put her face next to mine and call that a kiss and a hug meant that she'd snuggle her head next to my chest. Now she sticks her lips out, but they still look kind of flat like a duck's bill, and like Anna she prefers to give kisses on the lips, presumably because that's how Mom and Dad kiss each other. Anna grew out of the lip kisses awhile ago though, so when Evie tries to kiss Anna though, Anna always turns so that Evie has to kiss her on the cheek, which I think is a little confusing to Evie, but she seems to figure it out.
Last Friday we met up with Heather and Grandma Tamara at the park. Anna was very excited to see them, but Evie was a little shy at first. After spending some time on the slides, the girls headed over to the swings and Evie let Heather push her in the swing. When I try to push Evie from the front of the swing, she yells, "stop!" at me and tells me to push her from behind, but she let Heather push her from the front. Heather was tickling Evie as she pushed her and at one point Evie yelled out, "You're funny!" in between giggles. It's something that I say to my girls when they are being silly, but I was surprised to hear Evie say it and it cracked me up. Later she yelled out, "funny Heather." After some time at the park, we decided to go get some ice cream.
Sunday morning Evie was babbling away and I realized that she was singing part of "Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam." Mostly she just walks around saying, "sun-beam" really loud, but I caught enough of the tune to catch the song. Grandma Tamara brought the girls some puzzles on Friday, and while I was making dinner last night, Evie brought a puzzle piece with a sun on it and said, "sunbeam! sunbeam!" She also brought me some of the farm animal pieces and told me, "sheepy, cow, buck buck!" She also loves the piece with the grapes on it, saying excitedly, "gips, gips!"
This has been a tough year for Evie. She had her ear tube surgery in February, got stitches in June, and yesterday I dislocated her arm. We were walking out of the library, so I had a stack of books in my arms. Evie's flip flop had fallen off, so she wanted me to put it on her, but I wasn't sure how to do that while holding onto the books and figured, I'd just carry her by her arm to the car. I didn't make it very far before I decided to put her down and she kept screaming. She cried and cried and wouldn't use her arm. I felt like the worst mom ever. I was hoping I just pulled it a bit and she'd eventually settle down, but when I tried to change her out of her leotard, from gymnastics, she cried even more and so I decided to call the doctor. Apparently I dislocated her arm just below the elbow and it's something called the nurse maid joint. I guess it also happens to kids all the time and when it happens once, it's likely to happen again, so the pediatrician tried to show me how to pop it back into place before she did it to Evie. I'm just hoping it doesn't happen ever again, but if it does, I think I'll just pay the copay to have the doctor do it. At first when hen the doctor took Evie's arm, she didn't say anything, even as she turned Evie's arm. Then I heard a little crunch and after a few seconds Evie started to scream, but when the doctor gave Evie the choice between two stickers, she used the arm I had dislocated, so it seemed to be all better.
While we were there, I wanted to get the girls their flu shots. I had been intending to come in later that week, but was having a hard time figuring out how to get there during their flu shot hours. I thought I was doing Anna a favor by choosing the flu mist option for her, but when the nurse told her she wanted to put something up her noise, Anna screamed and gave the nurse a crusty look. Finally I had to hold Anna's head against my chest so that the nurse could shoot the spray up her noise. Anna cried almost as hard as if the nurse had given her a shot. I guess next time we'll do the shot until she's a bit older. At any rate, it was a traumatic day for all of us, so I bought the kids some candy for the ride home. Because that's how I deal with difficulty--sugar.
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