Evelyn was just proud of herself this evening as she said, “Mama, look at my ‘eautiful g’asses.”

It is almost as if it should be spelled ewwtiful, those gasses are so eww.

Evie is getting cute with her phrases.  Evie-isms will be on their way quite soon I think.  Today, just now as I was in the kitchen, she said, “Awww, Sirl.  Baby Sirl, where are you?”  She was referring to squirrels.  But the ‘qu’ combo is a bit much for her so she just cuts them out.  Its cute and it makes me smile.  Of course if she’s still calling them sirls in 5 years we’ll have issues.

Evie is sitting on her knees behind me.  Quiet.  Everyone else is asleep in the house, they’re taking naps.  I looked behind me and she had her fingers overlapped.  I asked her what she was doing.

“Praying.”  At nearly two I don’t have a clue what she’s praying about but it super cute.

This evening while I was talking with Abby Evelyn walked in and held up a Polly Pocket figurine and said, “Daddy, fake it please.”  Unfortunately her pronunciation isn’t what it could be… the reality of her slip-up was too funny to me.  There’s nothing like putting a rubberized wig on a tiny figurine with the refraining echo of ‘fake it’ ringing in your head :)

This morning Grandma Forland asked Evie if she wanted an Egg.  To which Evie replied, “Egg, please.”

Then Abby yelled out, “Eggs and buttered toast! Eggs and buttered toast!”

Evie joined in, “Bustoast! Bustoast!”

Evie will probably kill me for sharing this with the interwebs when she gets older and someone says, “Bustoast,” to her.