My son, the politician, would approach other kids (especially when we’re at the park) and introduce himself this way, “Hi! My name is Evan.” It is usually the parents who would answer for their children, “Hi Evan, how are you?” Evan would reply with, “On my birthday in May, I will be 4!” holding up four fingers at the same time.
And sometimes that won’t be enough, when he gets really friendly he will even volunteer information about our personal business. At the grocery store he told a woman, “My mom bought 3 milks. One for dad, one for me and one for mom.” At Baker’s Square during my pre-vegan days he informed the cashier that: “My mom is going to the doctor and I am going to Charlene’s house.” I was half-afraid that he was going to blurt out my scheduled surgery too.
There are a lot of stuff that Evan does that point out to us how he is growing up fast. Just yesterday he takes strawberries from the fridge himself, gets the stool, washes the fruit in the sink, takes out the stem, throws it into the trash can all without instructions from mom. While eating lunch at Whole Foods on that day, he used the water dispenser by himself again without mom telling him how to do it (in fact, I initially didn’t want him to do it because I thought he would spill water on the floor). He ended up refilling mom’s plastic cup, at my request, 3 times.
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or not but his appetite has noticeably increased ever since I becama a vegan. He now asks for snacks sometimes several times a day which he never did before. Shown here making a face at the camera inbetween bites of his leftover macaroni & cheese and tonkatsu mid-afternoon snack.
He continues to have an adventurous palate. He was reluctant to try the quinoa at first though but when mom told him that it was like an elve’s corn, he finished the whole plate. He ate cous cous without problem. What amazed me the most was how he took a liking to barley miso, which has a stronger smell and taste than the miso found on japanese restos. The first time I cooked the soup and was initially put off by the smell myself. I thought, “there’s no way Evan’s having this,” but I was proven wrong. Which is good because it is a lot healthier than the (already healthy) milder miso.
Just out of the blue one night he also declared, “I don’t need it,” on his blankie. He now just doesn’t walk down the stairs, he jumps the last 3 steps for all 6 flights. He sometimes does 4 steps. My hair is turning gray by the minute (joke, none yet for me).
Mr. DJ. Evan nowadays stations himself near the stereo and listens to his CD changing the music himself. He can practically spend the whole afternoon entertaining himself with it. Which works for me since he has also given up on his afternoon naps. This love for music has also made him forget about watching tv. Although he still watches DVDs when we eat out, he has never requested to watch a movie at home for more than a month now.
He continues to amuse us with things that he says. Like:
In the restaurant while waiting for our meal, he asks while handing me crayons and paper “Can you draw me a tower? A tower that’s ten feet tall?”
He’s into ropes, lassos and chains. While I was watching tv he approaches me while holding his daddy’s belt saying, “Witch! I will tie you up!”
During dinner on a night when I was particularly starving, just as I was ready to shove the spoon in my mouth for a bite he interrupts me and reminds this mom, “Let’s pray first!”
While seated on the couch side by side he told me “Only grown ups say darn it. When I become a grown up I can say darn it.” I tell him, “Yes you can but it’s better if you don’t. *You don’t hear mom say darn it, do you?” He comes back with “You’re not a grown up!” pointing at me.
Tonight he tells me, “Spirit (the horse in a movie) starts with the letter S. Snakes starts with the letter S. Stupid starts with the letter S. We don’t say stupid at all.”
While watching President Obama’s speech at the night before the Health Care Reform vote, his dad pointed out to him, “Look Evan, that’s our President Obama. He is a good guy.” His son answers with, “And Brainiac (a Marvel Super Heroes villain) is a bad guy.”
*mom does say the S word sometimes.