ev is one (well, one-PLUS now)
Hard to believe this b
aby boy is ONE. ONE. One whole year of being here and changing our lives and being the sweetest, funniest, sleephatingest, most incredible child I could have imagined. He is my tiny baby peanut. My funny monkster. Max's BFF/archenemy. Mike's daily companion. I don't know what we did before him. One is already meaning some huge changes for Ev-ster-- he is pushing his walker around like a crazy person, but I think knows that we're not quite ready for actual independent walking, please. He babbles all the time about his "daaahg" and "nanas" and wanting "moooooah" (particularly of cheese, he is very wise and ha
s excellent food taste, yes??). I am loving watching his HUGE personality take form, even when it means diaper changing battles, the constant removal of his bib, and massive tears when you try to suggest that for a moment we don't need to be walked around the house/bang on a skillet with a hammer/pull the dog's tail. Just love him. More than I even knew possible.
Of course, we had to have a monkey party for him-- just the people around here who took a huge part in his first year-- helped us out with food... and making some really challenging adjustments... and friendship... and LOTS of love and support. I need
ed my sisser to help with the decorating... sigh... but I tried to impose her vision in her head into mine, and came up with, well, something about as monkey-fied as I could manage. Thanks to my sweet and gorgeous Susan, Ev had the PERFECT bib for photos and party-ing (even if he is trying to remove it in every picture-- that's what made for the scowl-- the bow I tied was not coming off the way Velcro does. Poor Evvy-evvykins). The guy at Trader Joe's informed me that he'd never had anyone buy 20 bananas at one time. I tried to explain that they were for decoration... but that just confused him more, me thinks (bananas? decoration? what?). On a hilarious note, my mom and I were super proud of finding the monkey "centerpiece" at Target-- it's a garbage can from the bathroom goods section. My very darling neighbor emailed me Thursday morning to say-- I know this is going to sound crazy, but I found a monkey garbage can at Target that I think you could use as a chip bowl! Hee. Great minds, I say. 
aby boy is ONE. ONE. One whole year of being here and changing our lives and being the sweetest, funniest, sleephatingest, most incredible child I could have imagined. He is my tiny baby peanut. My funny monkster. Max's BFF/archenemy. Mike's daily companion. I don't know what we did before him. One is already meaning some huge changes for Ev-ster-- he is pushing his walker around like a crazy person, but I think knows that we're not quite ready for actual independent walking, please. He babbles all the time about his "daaahg" and "nanas" and wanting "moooooah" (particularly of cheese, he is very wise and ha
s excellent food taste, yes??). I am loving watching his HUGE personality take form, even when it means diaper changing battles, the constant removal of his bib, and massive tears when you try to suggest that for a moment we don't need to be walked around the house/bang on a skillet with a hammer/pull the dog's tail. Just love him. More than I even knew possible.My parents were in town for the week leading up to his happy day, and Ev fell in love with them. Every time Gramma picked him up, he gave her the biggest hug he could, and laid his head down on her shoulder. Sweet sweet sweet. Doog cooked for us each night... can I even begin to say how heavenly it was to get home from work and not have to think about cooking dinner or dog walking or cleaning up or doing anything but being with the Ev?!?! That made for a hard transition back to all of that stuff when they left on Saturday. Sigh. Ev got mad spoiled by the aunties and the g-ps on his happy day. LOVES his rody horse like whoa-- and the weight limit is 400 lbs. Why? I haven't a clue, but it could m
ake for some mad fun. Wait, what?! His walker and his ABC-song singing snail were also huge hits.
ake for some mad fun. Wait, what?! His walker and his ABC-song singing snail were also huge hits.Of course, we had to have a monkey party for him-- just the people around here who took a huge part in his first year-- helped us out with food... and making some really challenging adjustments... and friendship... and LOTS of love and support. I need
ed my sisser to help with the decorating... sigh... but I tried to impose her vision in her head into mine, and came up with, well, something about as monkey-fied as I could manage. Thanks to my sweet and gorgeous Susan, Ev had the PERFECT bib for photos and party-ing (even if he is trying to remove it in every picture-- that's what made for the scowl-- the bow I tied was not coming off the way Velcro does. Poor Evvy-evvykins). The guy at Trader Joe's informed me that he'd never had anyone buy 20 bananas at one time. I tried to explain that they were for decoration... but that just confused him more, me thinks (bananas? decoration? what?). On a hilarious note, my mom and I were super proud of finding the monkey "centerpiece" at Target-- it's a garbage can from the bathroom goods section. My very darling neighbor emailed me Thursday morning to say-- I know this is going to sound crazy, but I found a monkey garbage can at Target that I think you could use as a chip bowl! Hee. Great minds, I say. 
The party itself, as my sisser rightly pointed out, probably could've been held in a labor and delivery ward-- 2 cute preggos and one in-labor neighbor. Thankfully, no babies were delivered in the course of monkey-partying. Ev entertained everyone in his monkeysuit while pushing his walker around and around and around and around. As for the cake-- well, Ev was not going to have any part of diving right in to it. Nope. Nuh uh. He wanted it cut up into pieces so he could feed it to himself-- which he loved-- but any bit that was too frosting-ed was promptly fed to the dog (which the furry one loved, mind you).
... and that... was Ev's first b-day week. A whirlwind of funtivities. A whirlwind just like this whole first year has been. My goodness. Where did the time go? Love watching you grow, baby boy. Thank you for being ours. We love you more than I can even begin to say.
xoxoxoxoxo
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