Well I guess it’s about time I finally post the last of Evelyn’s weekly pictures. I haven’t been able to bring myself to do it because 1) I couldn’t limit myself to a short Instagram caption and 2) it means that I have to acknowledge that Evie is officially a toddler.
In the past 52 weeks Evelyn has learned so much. Over and over I find myself saying how incredible life is. In just 365 short days Evelyn went from being able to literally do nothing for herself to now being able to communicate with me using sounds, signs, and words (!!)–like “bahp” for up, “nigh nigh” for night night (advanced, I know), and “dada” which mean means mama, want, milk, food, more, doggie, kitty, tv, cup, floor, car, fan, phone, and chocolate. Evelyn went from uncontrollably flailing her arms and legs to being able to roll over, crawl, walk, climb stairs, and now run. She can manipulate her hands and fingers to sign her needs, put things like cheerios in her mouth, turn the pages of books, pet the dogs, unfold all the laundry, and pick up the dogs water bowl and carry it half way across the kitchen before spilling it. She can problem solve, high-five, play hide and seek, point, dance/shake, and is learning to blow kisses. One of my favorite things Evelyn has learned how to do lately is attempt to wiggle out of my arms. If she doesn’t want to be picked up for whatever reason (like not wanting to go inside or upstairs for bed) she will throw her arms straight up over her head, plop down and arch her back. She may only be 18 pounds and 3 ounces, but she’s a squirmy little thing! She also enjoys carrying a pillow around that is the same size as her, tossing it on the floor and falling on it. Both are truly quite funny.
And she’s learned all of this in a measly little year! One year!! It’s not like she’s been taking classes to learn this stuff, it’s just day to day observation. It’s astounding.
Life is incredible.
So my sweet Evelyn Olivia, Happy 52 Weeks of Life. You are an angel sent straight from heaven and have blessed my life in so many ways. You have taught me patience and acceptance, given me a greater understanding of the important things in life, and you have filled my heart with so much love I honestly don’t know how it hasn’t burst. At 365 days old gone are the days when you would fall asleep on my chest or need me to rock you in the middle of the night, the days where you hated the car and bath time, the days that anyone could hold you, the days when the sound of my rolling tongue would scare you (but seriously how stinking cute was that face?!),
and for good or for bad, I miss those days. Luckily they’ve been replaced with equally as sweet days where you grab my hand as we walk to check the mail, days when you babble to me as we drive to lunch with Grandpa Grumple, days when you splash me and giggle during your sometimes hour long baths, days when you wrap your sweet little arms around my neck when you don’t want me to let you go, days when you try to copy the funny sounds I make (which is almost as cute as the pouty face you used to make), and I love these days.
Happy Birthday Little Lady. It has been so fun to watch you grow. I can’t wait to see what the next year brings. I love you more than words could ever express.
52 Weeks of Evelyn
(plus a couple bonus because you know I couldn’t pick just one for the last week)