So, Evangeline refuses to believe she is a baby. Conan was kind enough to help her climb the stairs one day and by the next she was a pro. We’re still working on going down, but let’s face it, there’s nothing cool to do downstairs. Unless you count eating dirt out of all the houseplants.

She has also started talking. It is surreal. I tried to convince myself it was a coincidence, but I really think she’s getting it. Besides Mommom and Daddad and Bruhbruh which she’s been saying for awhile, she has said cat/kiki in proper context several times. When we change diapers I often have to put my foot on her tummy to keep her from crawling away so we play the toes game: I wiggle my toes and say “toes,” then ask where her toes are and she lifts her foot and I kiss her toes and say “toes.” Yesterday she reached for my toes and said “toes.” Clear as day. What!? At a friend’s house she learned about dogs as she chased their sweet-tempered collie-mix kind of dog around, loving it, she said “dog!” More than once! Then, the real kicker, while at another friend’s house she started to climb the stairs. I said “Where do you think you’re going?” She simply replied, “up.”

She is still a dainty little peanut, but she is LONG. The other day I bought warmer jammies, theoretically for this upcoming fall/winter. 12 month size seemed like a good bet for a tiny 10 month old. “She’ll grow into it,” I figured. She already fits it REALLY well. We’ll need to upgrade before the winter’s over for sure!

*sigh* She’s so big.