There is so much to say about Evan, especially now after 2 years and 3 months of his respiring. I haven't been a good text chronicler of his activity. Sorry, son. His use of languange is more and more astounding, as he has fully moved from the Ga Ga Goo Goo period of infancy to the full on use of phrases and long run-on phoneme rambles where he is practicing with the sound of sentences, the ups and downs and emphases.
He has come out with some great statements lately which I want to get down. The latest was asking "Does the grass cry? Do the trees cry? Does the dirt cry?" These were pretty hard to answer. Pamela thought he might be referring to grass getting cut down by mowers, but I think he was just personifying they and wondering if they expressed emotions as we do. Perhaps they do on a deep nervous system level, but I think plants bend and snap and crack with great resilience. I don't think broccoli minds much being eaten.
"The crickets are eating ice cream" was another of Evan's recent quips, as we took an evening walk and the crickets came out to spurp at the syrup of the night.
I'll try to keep a better record and have more of this material to put down here. Soon.
Monday, November 9, 2009
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