My Best Fan

Evie Gazes
This evening, over far too many minutes, I installed a ceiling fan in Evie’s room.  I had to install a support rod with complementary electrical box first.  Insulation fell all over me – I itched then, I’m itching now.  I somehow missed one of the steps in the installation and had to back track to fix the missed step.  Screws fell from the fan as I was trying to put them in.  All sorts of frustrations.

It was all better though when Evie looked up at the spinning blades with Jessica by her side and said proudly, “That’s my best fan.”  She was so pleased to have a fan in her room that I could only enjoy the smile and the pleasure that my work, irritated as I had become, had brought about.  She loves that it spins and I love that she loves it.

Tomorrow night I get to install Abby’s, but I’ll be applying the lessons learned, so hopefully it’ll be less messy, and less irritating.  It’ll be my best fan for one of my best girls.

Blazing In

Evie came blazing into our room in all of her two year old amazingness. Without pants on. When asked where her pants were she simply replied, “My legs are not cold.” Surely not with all of the blazing going on.

Paco

My sister is pregnant, which is a highly exciting part of life for uncles, aunts and cousins-to-be.  Because she’s so early in her pregnancy they don’t know what gender the baby will be and so my sister and brother-in-law have taken to calling the baby ‘Paco’ while they wait on the gender and then can call the baby several names that they have longer term attachment to [by several I mean they have names picked out, but it depends on the gender.  Get it?].

Yesterday morning Evie walked up to Jessica, lifted
up her shirt, pointed to her tummy and said, “I have a Paco, too!”

Lord, I pray Evie does not have a Paco, too.  Not just yet, at least.

Two’fer: Evie

Last night as soon as we got into our car after having a wonderful evening with my family we smelled a ‘smell.’

“Who tooted?,” I asked.

Without skipping a beat Evie said, “You.”

It wasn’t me I swear.

The other funny thing

Evie is symmetry girl.  If you tickle one foot you must also tickle the other.  If you touch one hand she’ll want you to touch the other.  If you kiss one cheek, then the other must be kissed.  Its actually pretty good because I figure that means we get to participate in double the affection.

Baby Squirrel

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.

Cutest Little Girl Ever

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.

Fake It Please

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 🙂