Mistaken Identities

Evangeline is really good with names.  Like, really really good.  I'm pretty sure that there are adults at our church who could identify fewer people by name than Evangeline can and she's two.  Not knocking FBC Marion in any way.  It's a super sweet congregation with tons of fellowship and love for one another.  And, Evangeline knows almost everyone.

So, it was only a matter of time before she started calling Drew, "Brother Drew."  I think it's hilarious.  Drew hates it.  She also calls him just plain ole "Drew" but in a condescending kinda voice that sounds a lot like me.  Not sure where she picked up on that. :)

In slightly related news, I was brushing Evangeline's teeth earlier and she started to have a total meltdown.  As in screaming and trying to bite me.  I looked down and was using Trey's toothbrush.  Ooops!  Now she knows how it feels as I've chased her around the house with my toothbrush in her mouth on more than one occasion. 

Trey just said, "Edy" very clearly.  I'm thrilled.  Drew, not as much.  He could definitely do without that cat and isn't crazy about how big of cat lovers his two children are turning into.  They have Snowden in there blood, after all. 

Outsmarted

Happy Mother's Day!  Today we ate lunch at McAlister's for the third week in a row.  Since learning that both ministers and children eat free on Sundays, we have been going there a lot!  And today mothers got a free dessert!  So our family (us plus Drew's parents and sister's family) ended up getting two free adult meals, three free kids meals, and three free desserts.  We (or Drew's dad) paid for four adult meals.  Pretty good deal!

All was well with Evangeline until she saw my mom's free cheesecake.  Without doubt, Ev's favorite food is cake.  She's never had cheesecake before, but it looked an awful lot like cake, and had the word cake in it, so she wanted some.  But, she wasn't done with her mac and cheese.  Unlike cousin Elizabeth, Evangeline rarely eats all her food. 

We told Evangeline that she could have a bite of cake when she ate some more of her mac and cheese.  And then the power struggle began.  For a good ten minutes the four of us (me, my mom, Drew's mom, and Kelly) held firm: no cake until a bite of mac and cheese. Ev cried.  Whined.  Pouted. Pushed away her bowl.

Then Drew came back to the table with a piece of cheesecake and immediately gave her a bite.  I was horrified!  Drew is more stubborn than Evangeline (and anyone else I know!) and he always wins the "finish eating this before that" battle at suppertime.  WHAT was he thinking?

After her first bite, Ev immediately wanted, "more, please."  Drew said, "take one bite of macaroni."  She quickly shoved some in her mouth.  Another bite of cheesecake.  Now, two bites of macaroni.  Before we knew it, half her mac and cheese was gone! 

So, who outsmarted whom?

Cuddle-Free Zone

     Every day I am amazed at the differences in my two children.  Evangeline was walking at one year almost as well as she does now.  While Trey took his first steps two months ago, he still won't take more than about six steps at a time before he decides he'd rather just crawl.  I'm pretty sure that Trey says more words at almost one than Evangeline did when she was his age.  He can clearly say Mama, Dada, Blue Bell, ball, Edy, and his favorite, "Uh oh."  I've also heard him say "Hey" and "Thank you" a few times.  Who knows when he'll catch on to "Evangeline."

     Their sleep behaviors are what make me laugh the most.  Trey is a snuggler.  He loves his monkey blanket more than anything.  We just set up his "Scout" that he technically got for Christmas today, so I placed it in bed with him tonight (the first time he's ever had a stuffed animal in bed with him other than the monkey blanket).  He snuggled right up to it, with his arm curled around his monkey blanket.  So sweet.

      Evangeline, in contrast, does NOT like stuffed animals in bed with her.  Earlier tonight she was playing and put a few baby dolls in her bed and covered them up.  When Daddy tucked her in he left the baby dolls in bed.  A few minutes later we heard her crying.  I sneaked up to her door to listen and heard her say, "Get out, baby!" followed by a loud THUD.  Her bed is a cuddle-free zone for sure!

      Drew just asked what I was blogging about.  I told him "the differences in our children."  He pointed out that one's a boy and one's a girl.  Thanks, honey!  I'm sure that the gender difference will become a factor in the years to come as well!