Evan

I would like to start this post by saying, "Evan is at such a cute age right now, I just adore him." However, I am sorry, I cannot. I do adore him, and he does say and do some cute things, BUT...

Jen sent me a link to a blog the other day where the mom talked about the fact that she really did not want to play my little ponies for 7 hours. The girl very eloquently wrote about how after about four min. she was done playing. She said not to get her wrong, that she was definitely willing to smile and nod and acknowledge her children if they wanted to look over at her while they played- alone, but that she just couldn't find herself overrun with happiness at the thought of "playing" for hours.

After reading the blog, my response? Amen! Except insert "Mimi cars" for little ponies and insert being done playing after about 10 min where she has her limit of 4 (I really try, I promise!)

From the minute Evan gets up in the morning to the second his eyes close at night I hear, "mom, will you play with me?" Now, from a neutral outside perspective, you may be thinking, "that doesn't seem so bad?" Well, it is. It is want-to-rip-my-hair-out-or-throw-a-Mimi-car-out-the-window-or-better-yet-hide-the-entire-bin-and-lie-when-he-asks-where-it-is bad. The reason it is so frustrating is because of a few things . 1- after he asks if I will play with him, he will ALWAYS repeat the question no matter what my answer is. For example: "mom, will you play with me?" "Sure." "But, mom, will you play with me?" 2- after we start playing (for what I know will be the first of hundreds of times during the day), he sometimes asks it again. "Mom, will you play with me?" Me: (holding a car in my hand and making an engine noise), "um, buddy, I am.?!.?!" 3- he is guaranteed to ask those six little words at the most inopportune moments. For example, Wesley has pooped out of his diaper, there is chewed up and spit out food all over the kitchen (that is a separate post with an update on Wesley), and let's throw in my office phone ringing downstairs. "Mom, will you play with me?" "Nope. Not right now." Him: "but I want you to play with me."

Yesterday I played cars on the trampoline for TWO HOURS while Wesley slept. After what I thought was some serious fun, we went inside. I suggested a nice mind numbing show while he ate his lunch. "But mom, I thought you said earlier that you were going to play with me?" Ahhh!!!

I love my son and on a more positive note, he does call Koala bears "chawala bears" and he has decided that he will wear diapers until he is my size. It just makes more sense that way. He still has his little turtle blankets, loves "jungle junction" on Disney Junior, will eat boxes of squeezey yogurts in one sitting if I let him, and is convinced that Kiki can make a red traffic light turn green just by snapping her fingers. I do simply adore him and so we will play on!