Drawing

Evan really likes the idea of rhyming words, but the concept of “rhyme” has somehow escaped him. Last night, though, he came out of his room a few minutes after he’d gone to bed and exclaimed, “Mama, I know the answer! Bump and jump are rhyming words!” I thought that meant he’d figured out what it meant for words to rhyme, but today he asked if head and fire rhymed. Nope, not at all.

Because I’m also trying to teach Evan to read – he’s a little reluctant – I decided to show him that rhyming words end with the same letters as each other, but start with different letters. We got out some paper and I wrote words like cat, bat, rat, there are a million -at words . . . he recognizes enough of the letters that he actually sounded out a few words. Does that count as reading? At any rate, once we were done, he wanted to have some paper to write. He went in the other room and came back a few minutes later, proudly showing me that he made “the letter for June!” Sure enough, it was a backwards J. Who taught him this? Someone should take credit for teaching Evan how to write, because I certainly didn’t do it. On purpose, at least.

Next he drew the light in the living room, and the piano. Then he moved on to using crayons and this gem was the result.

evanhouseIt’s a charming picture of our house on fire and us running outside to escape.

With labels:

evanhouse2Evan asked me how to draw a person, so I showed him a stick figure on a separate piece of paper, and he took off with the idea – even adding eyes and mouths where mine had an empty face. I also showed him a dog but the majority of the drawing is Evan’s own design. As is the subject. He mentioned that the reason the house is on fire is that there’s no fireplace, so we made a fire on the rug. To be fair, we do have a chimney but no fireplace, but making a fire on the rug? I hope this isn’t foreshadowing.

Oh, and this was the first time I’ve ever seen Evan write his name. He did make the V upside down, and added an extra line on the N – for a first attempt, though (that I know of), it’s pretty impressive! He wanted to put it up on the fridge immediately but I did manage to talk him into letting me scan it first. I love this picture.

 

 


Singing

I managed to get this on camera today. You’re welcome.

The first, if you couldn’t tell, was the Reading Rainbow theme song. Or at least part of it. The second was a song about a turtle that June learned at church. Lyrics are as follows:

I had a little turtle
I named him Tiny Tim
I put him in the bathtub
To see if he could swim
He drank up all the water
He ate up all the soap
I took him to the doctor
With a bubble in his throat
Bubble bubble bubble
Bubble bubble bubble
Bubble bubble bubble [June omitted two lines of this]
Bubble bubble POP!


Tiny

You wouldn’t know it by looking at me, but I’m halfway done with this pregnancy. About 2 weeks ago it went from little “that might have been the baby moving” flutters that I mostly dismissed to big kicks that you could actually see. (Is that gross? It sounds gross to me, especially when I think of there being a real thing growing inside . . . kinda creepy.) Anyway, despite the increased movement, which I assume mean the baby is getting bigger, I haven’t gained any weight at all. Considering I went above and beyond on weight gain with both Evan and June – hey, perfect excuse to eat lots and lots of donuts – I’m not worried about how things are going this time. Next week I’ll have an ultrasound to answer the big question, do we need to spend countless hours trying to agree on a boy’s name? (I wouldn’t mind having a boy, we just can’t think of a single boy’s name we both like – except Evan.)

Evan asks me often how big Tiny Baby is. It’s finally getting to the point where Evan can’t use one hand to copy my measurement anymore; despite being tiny, Tiny Baby is close to 6 inches long. But it’s a lot of fun having Evan be old enough to understand a lot more about what’s going on. How June will handle a younger sibling, I don’t know . . . but she’ll be a lot closer to 3 years old by then (Evan wasn’t even 2 when June was born), so I can hope, right?

And yes, I’ve already started planning baby announcements.