3 Day Weekend

We spent Labor Day weekend hanging around the house. It was hot and remnants of the most recent hurricane were rolling through. Not exactly a pleasant end to the long, hot summer.

Spending three entire days with Evan is... challenging. He's in a very whiney stage right now. If he could talk, every two minutes he'd be saying,

"Mooooooom! I'm booooooored! None of my toys are fun anymore! Let's do soooooomething!" 

Are you imagining how annoying that is? Now imagine that he can't talk so it's just whine, whine, whine...throw self onto the floor and whine some more. Yeah. This weekend was not rainbows and butterflies.

I decided to finally organize his baby clothes. I brought everything from storage-- 6 kitchen trash bags of clothes, a plastic tub of shoes, and another box of clothes. My goal was to only keep things that I really liked. He wore lots of hand-me-downs and lots of gifts. Some things just didn't work and I don't imagine they'd work for a future kid, should we have one. I laid it all out on my floor in piles by size. The few items on the kitchen floor are trash and the two bags in the wagon are donations.

NB to 12 Months... a whole year of clothes

Evan entertained himself by destroying my piles. I enjoyed myself by holding up his tiny baby clothes and saying, "Can you believe he was ever this small?" David attempted to ignore us both. I found one treasure for Evan-- these legwarmers used to cover his entire legs. I kept singing, "Let's get physical. Physical!..." and he ran around like he was wearing something fancy.

Nothing more precious than a dad and his jazzercizer. 

And the finished product was 8 vacuum bags that take up about as much space as two kitchen trash bags.

It rained. That made the boooooooredom even worse. So, I took his whiney butt out in the rain. That was entertaining for about 5 minutes.

He was obsessed with touching the car. Daddy's boy. 

We had a good weekend, though. We shopped, cooked out with friends, went to the park, played in the rain, and built a house out of a cardboard box. What more can you ask for?