Merry (late) Christmas!

I hope everyone had a great Christmas. We had a quiet holiday, just the 3 of us, in our new (to us) house. It was nice. This was really the first Christmas that Evan was old enough to appreciate. He enjoyed unwrapping gifts, liked all the decorations, and knew how to say all the important Christmas words (like "noman" for snowman, "bulb" for those round things on the tree, "Santa," "angel," and "Bob" for the Spongebob ornament). Jerry made him a train table, which he loved. When Evan came downstairs with me on Christmas morning, the tracks were all set up, complete with little tunnels and a bridge and wooden trains. He didn't want to stop playing long enough to open his gifts, a reminder that we have more than enough.

The daycare is going well. Evan has his "buddies" who he plays with everyday. There are two toddlers in addition to him, and two babies. He loves the babies. The other day, one baby was crying while I was heating his bottle. Evan lied down next to him on the floor, looked right into his face, and rubbed his arm while talking to him in a high-pitched voice. He then wanted to hold baby's bottle while he drank. Later, I was carrying the baby, and Evan said, "Evan care" (which means "Evan carry.") So I let him sort of carry the baby (while I really held him, of course), and in a gruff voice, he concluded, "Oh, heavy."

We play outside a couple times a day. The kids scoop leaves and rocks into buckets and carry them around importantly, push walk-behind toys on the deck, usually with little things stored in them, color with chalk all over the fence, fill their dump trucks up with dirt and rocks. Today we played outside for 2 hours and it flew by.

Evan is repeating everything we say. Today I told him I was going to vacuum the floor with the crevice tool, and 5 minutes later he said, "mommy, cush tool?"

When I go to the physical therapist (for my shoulder, which is 95% better), he says, "mommy... doctor... arm... ouch." He still puts long spaces between each word.

He knows all his colors (even black and white) and is working on counting (he still wants to start with 2). He's doing really well with potty training... he goes with no effort, but every week is different. Some weeks he is a typical two year-old and wants nothing to do with it. But he can do it with no effort when he wants to.

He is sleeping through the night again after having us spoil him due to his bad cold. We let him sleep with us and paid the price for it later. He's also back to napping 2 hours a day, thankfully.

The pregnancy is going really well. I was just thinking that this baby doesn't move as much as Evan did, but then Jerry and I started talking about it, and Jerry said he thinks this baby moves more. He said every time he sits next to me he can practically feel the baby trying to jump out of me. I think I am just used to being pregnant now, so I don't notice it as much. The doctor said he was moving a lot, too.

I feel pretty good. I am more tired than usual, but once I start "working" with the kids, I'm wide awake. I can't believe I have 2 months to go.