Waiting is over.
Evan is here. The long awaited sleepover party is here. Evan has not gone yet, and we are still enjoying the privilege of his company. I love seeing his parents in him; in his looks, in his actions, in his manners. It sprinkles nostalgia throughout these days of new experiences.
It's fascinating to me how much energy can be contained in one little body.
AND he probably gets about as much sleep as me, perhaps a half hour more, plus the exception of my night time bonding moments with Daniel.
(Speaking of Daniel, he was SO good at sleeping through the nights 'til time change, and now those full nights of rest are gone gone gone.)
If anyone ever needs help to get rescheduled to time change, they should borrow an Evan.
By the time he is gone, all the sleepy heads in our house will have completely lost their habits of dozing in bed 'til 7:30 or 8.
The dynamics in this house, since his arrival, have been enthralling for me.
The first two days were full of happy cooperation by all, except Melanie, who was feeling that four boys were perhaps not better than three.
Not enough "playing house" games and too much playing outside in the sandbox.
And a bit too much yelling for her taste.
But by day three Nathan discovered that, although he wanted his former place of authority (his title being "expert in all things playable") back from Evan, and found it wasn't so easy to get back.
Melanie than took the opportunity to take full use of Evan's attention and companionship, and by today it seems that it's shifted back to the original excitement with Melanie left out.
Where is Matthew in all this? You might make him out somewhere in Evan's wake, imitating to his heart's content, but usually he is so far behind you can't even see him.
And Daniel? He's usually sleeping. Or feeling lonely since his siblings too busy to chat with such a stationary recipient.
