May 10, 2005 - growing up? or not -
Today was our first solo outing, just the three of us. Everett and Truman and I went to Mabel's to meet Larissa for some pre-Sebastian knitting time.
I showed Everett the options for snacks - cinnamon roll, muffin, pie, lemon pound cake. "Would you like a cinnamon roll, a piece of pie, or cake?" I asked. "I like CAKE!" he responded, enthusiastically. "On a plate!"
We got cake on a plate, and he ate a bite or two. Then started asking to 'share' Larissa's chips. She let him share, and he proceeded to hand her one or two of her chips back. He kept asking to go up and look at the food some more. The first time, we nabbed the cinnamon roll (again to 'share' with Larissa - she got two bites). As soon as that was respectably picked-over, he wanted more.
What was left? Only a muffin. Reluctantly, I bought it and put it on a plate. He ate a tiny nibble from the corner, rolling his eyes in ecstasy. "It's deee-licious!" he says. Minutes later, we were melting down, all of us. Larissa was considering going into labor and Everett was considering a gigantic screaming fit.
So Everett and Truman and I went on a 'run' around the block. Everett was being adorable, telling me which trees were his size (the one I couldn't duck under) and which were mama's size. He just looked so big. And all of the sudden, he told me something about a "kitchen," only he said it right, not "chicken" as he usually calls it (he switches the consonsant sounds on most words that start with a hard "c" sound and have a "ch" sound in the middle, like "checkup" for "ketchup"). And I thought, oh, my little boy is growing up.
But then he switched right back to his old pronunciation, and went right back to being a little pill. I suppose I have some time, yet.
