Evie was sick last week Tuesday and Wednesday and couldn’t go to daycare, which means I got to stay home with her both of those days in addition to my usual Friday. Then, Sara had a conference that ran until about noon on Saturday, so that was yet another daddy (half) day.  This means I had plenty of fodder for an Evie-centric blog post.

She’s been using pronouns a lot lately and saying “me” and “mine”. So she was telling me a long story, I did this and I did that, etc. and then when it was finished she confided to me in a conspiratorial whisper “I means Evie”.

For some reason, she has gotten it into her head that her first name is “chicken”. I mean, she answers to Evie and she knows her last name, but if you ask her directly something like, “Evie, what is your name?” she reliably says, “Chicken”. Just as a test, I just asked her again while I was writing this and she answered “chicken” as usual, repeatedly and with several witnesses.

She has always inexplicably liked spicy foods, so the other day she tried some of what we were eating for dinner and, finding she liked it, proceeded to yell, “More spicy!” So Sara gave her another big bite, but it must have been a little more spicy than she was prepared for because she got a surprised look on her face and said, “Blow on it my mouth!” We had to explain that it wasn’t the kind of hot you could blow on to cool it off, but she still insisted on having Sara blow into her mouth to “cool it”.

Finally, Aunt Rachael brought some delicious dirt cake and Evie really liked it. I think it was maybe a little too much sugar though because she was absolutely drunk on it. At one point she was leaning back in her chair, one leg up on the table, with her spoon twirling lazily in the air above her head saying, “Weeeeeeeeee!”