This morning, I set you up on the couch with a cup of milk, a piece of toas, and the "wiggles" on the tv, hoping for a few minutes alone to get dressed, brush my teeth, and comb my hair. I ducked out of the living room quietly while you were singing along to your favorite song, and ran upstairs.
I got everything done, and thought to myself, "Man, that was great! I got myself ready without one single peep from Evan." THEN I realized ... things were too quiet. I ran down the stairs and gave a deep sigh of relief as I saw you sitting in front of the TV stukk enjoying your show... even if you were a bit LESS clothed than I had left you. You had taken off your shirt, pants, AND your diaper.
As I got closer, I saw the pen in your hand! I took the pen away and stood you up... you were covered in ink! You had colored all over your tummy, legs, arms and even your face. In my very sternest, motherly voice I said, "Evan, NO NO BAD!" You looked up at me, your little lip just quivering and said "Preeeeee, Ma, Preee," as you touched your ink covered belly. ALL I could do was laugh! It was the first time you had ever said "Pretty" a word that I used every time we colored together. It took a good long soak in the tub to get the ink off, but not before I took these pictures... the whole while, you kept saying "Preee, Ma, Preeee!" How could I be mad at such a sweet little boy??