Oh Yeah...What About That Kid?

Evan and Mama visit Dada during Opening Day!

I realize I haven't posted anything about Evan William (aka Bubba, Stinky Face, Captain Poopy Pants) at all here. I figure I rave and go on about how he is a child-genius enough in real life, I shouldn't bother the Interweb too. But tonight my dad called to chat and gave me a rundown of all things Bubbalicious (yikes, may need to rethink that word - sounds vaguely dirty) and I simply must share them with you!

First off, to anyone new to the scene, Evan is my baby brother. Seriously, he's a baby...well, 2 1/2 so technically a toddler but yes, there is an age difference. Thanks for commenting on that. We hadn't noticed.

Anyway, Evan has a more active social life than I do. Last night he attended an art opening near his home. Last night I fell asleep at 9pm after half a glass of white wine. While at the show, he and his lovely Mama walked past an abstract piece that a few people were contemplating. As they did this, Evan glanced at it and exclaimed "Scissors!" and the adults who were seriously trying to figure this thing out all murmurred in agreement. He also enjoyed pointing out every piece with any nudity, in case someone in the building had missed it.

There was live music at said show and once the band took a break Evan decided he wanted to get up on stage and perform. He got up there, stood next to the microphone as if he meant to sing into it and performed the ABC Song for everyone's enjoyment. Thankfully he has parents who truly appreciate his gregarious nature, but I'm sure this is all a shock for my father who spent the better part of 1981 trying to get me to make eye contact with other people. If someone outside the immediate family so much as looked at me when I was that kid's age I would have been in tears. His complete comfort with himself astounds me daily and I hope he never loses that.

Today the gardeners came to help with some projects in the backyard. Evan was watching happily until they started to move a trellis with some roses against the back fence. He started screaming, "THEY MOVED MY FORT! THEY MOVED MY HIDING PLACE!" Over and over. And he didn't let it go. Like, he would bring it up at random and would express his anger throughout the day. Hmm, I wonder where that quality came from? It's not like every time I get in the car with my dad I bring up the road trip we took in 1989 where he refused to stop until Ukiah and I almost peed my pants before I could make it to the McDonald's bathroom. Oh wait.

Evan is pretty much my favorite person on the planet and while our sibling relationship isn't typical, we are bonded in a very cool way. I was fortunate enough to be in the room when he came into this crazy world and I have loved watching how he adds to its beauty and fun with his sweet nature and inquisitive mind. Hopefully one day he will forgive his insane Sissy for sharing his childhood moments.