Eveloony Bin and That Baby

Since this blog is about me and my family I thought that the best thing to do would be to start with the introductions. I’ll begin with my two little girls. I’m pretty sure that they’ll be the source for most of my material and you should know of whom I speak when I write about things that will embarrass the hell out of them when they hit puberty.

First, there’s daughter numero uno, Evelyn. We mostly call her Evie, except when she corrects me and tells me, “My name is Evelyn, E-V-E-L-Y-N”. This should give you an indication of what we’re dealing with here. I also call her Miss Evelyn sometimes, because, well, she can certainly be a Little Miss. I have even been known to refer to her as Master (as I kow-tow), because in reality that is who she is. She is the master of this domicile and all things great and small occur because E-V-E-L-Y-N either makes them happen, allows them to happen, or doesn’t know that they happen because she’s at daycare.

Evie is a wonderful kid, really. All of her exuberance and energy radiates from a real center of joy. I am jealous of her joie de vie and wish that I still had the innocence to let life elate me. When we have to discipline her it’s mostly because it is just too damn hard, near impossible, for her to curtail her desire to shout with happiness, sing at the top of her lungs or dance to the beat of the dishwasher’s rinse cycle. She hugs the baby till she screams in terror, doesn’t give her dad enough space on the couch because she always wants to cuddle, and nearly topples me over with kisses while I’m carrying piping hot food to the table.

So yeah, Evie is A LOT to handle, too much at times, but her presence in our life is worth the aggravation. She was the first to teach us adults what it means to let go. She was my first baby and she will always hold a special place in my heart as the first human being to show me what it means to love myself - because I am truly fucking badass for having made such an awesome little girl.

Then there’s sweet baby-girl Abigail. What an incredible juxtaposition in personality to her big sister! Abbie’s not even 10 months old yet, but it is clear as day that she and Evie are so undeniably different. Their personalities are so dissimilar that I wonder how they could have ever come from the same womb.

Abbie is very serious. She studies me and stares me down. I get scared sometimes and scream, “Stop looking at me like that!” She is going to be my introspective child, the one who looks upon the world and thinks in volumes but says very little. She is going to be my child that wants to take care of herself because she knows that she can. I see her little analytic brain at work already and it sends my heart aflutter. This little girl is going to be like me!

What would I be like if my parents hadn’t fucked me up? I think we’re about to find out. Now all that Todd and I have to do is everything right and we’ll have a perfect child.