Weekend at Home

As promised...

Daddy nom-nom-nomming Baby

I love to hear his baby belly laughs... which reminds me of a very challenging parenting moment. I was sitting on the floor and Evan was standing next to me when he decided to slap me across the face. I grab his hand and sternly tell him "no." His response? He LOL'd like I had just told him some hilarious joke that only his crazy baby brain understood. It was all I could do to not LOL with him.

Saturday was a boring day. David was off volunteering at the Dayton Art Institute's Oktoberfest (yeah, poor guy... free beer for stamping hands for a few hours.) So, I spent the whole day with the camera in my hand. And, here's what that gets ya...

Baby Toes

Baby Fingers

Chubby Baby Cheeks

Evan's been enjoying his Legos lately. Well, he enjoys when I build pretty things and he can rip them apart. And he enjoys the sound of clunking the Legos into the bucket and then pouring them back out and starting again. He also enjoys the sound of the Legos hitting the tile kitchen floors when he launches them over the baby gate.

Put the Legos in...

Dump the Legos out...

Any more in there?? 

Seriously, where did they go? 

And then he claps for himself. 

P.S. Could my house be more gray? I even dress my kid in gray. 

And then we went outside. It was a really windy day.

My Handsome Man. Look at that curl in the back! 

The camera was still in easy reach during "The Poop Wait". We've learned (the hard way) that Evan poops about 15 minutes after dinner each night. We used to go straight from the dinner table to the bathtub. That had poor results... like 5 nights in a row. So now, we have "The Poop Wait"-- the 20 minutes between dinner and bath, which terminates with a very smelly signal that it's bath time. (Sorry, I know I'm gross.) Dinner energizes him and he's a little crazy for that 20 minutes.

"La-la-la... you're waiting for me to poop... 
but I'm just going to dance around in my diaper..." 

"I'm Ca-razy Evan!" 

And a couple shots from Sunday too...

Bed Head

Sunday was a much chillier day so Evan got to try out his new WV hoodie when we played outside. 

Seriously, could these two be any cuter? I have no idea what they were pointing/looking at. It must've been something that only super sensitive baby and cat ears can hear.

Whew! The End.

Catching Up

A few random things...

I went to NYC. It was my first trip without Evan. It was the longest I'd been away from him next to a work day. Leaving was hard. Luckily, a.) I was with a coworker who is also a really good friend so it was almost like a "girls weekend" b.) she has a baby just a couple months older than Evan so we supported each other c.) there's so much to see and do in NYC that we kept really busy so I wasn't sitting around missing Evan. The suckiest part was that I had to leave on a Saturday morning so I missed my whole weekend with him. I got to see lots of cool stuff though.

Yankee Stadium

Grand Central Terminal

Times Square

Rockefeller Center

Radio City Music Hall

Not pictured: Walking through Central Park, riding the NYC Subway, eating delicious bagels and so-so street vendor hot dogs and pretzels, The Intrepid Museum where we saw the Enterprise space shuttle, Statue of Liberty from afar, dinner with my cousin at the Plaza Hotel, Chinatown, the 9/11 Memorial, Brooklyn Bridge from afar, seeing RENT off Broadway... Did I mention we were busy?

When I picked Evan up from daycare early on Wednesday, he was just like "Oh... hey, Mom", like he didn't even know I was gone. The little turd.

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Evan had his first ER visit a couple weeks ago. No fun. He was fine when we put him to bed, but at 3am he woke up gasping and when he finally caught his breath, he was really struggling to breathe. It was very scary (I can't even imagine what it must be like to have a kid with asthma!) Although the ER was totally empty, it took us forever. His oxygen levels and all his other stats were fine. They gave him a breathing treatment and  decided it was just another case of bronchialitis. I think I'm going to rename it Daycare Disease. The only upside is he got to wear an incredibly adorable baby-sized hospital gown. And, we got our second pair of hospital bracelets for the scrapbook.

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Things I never thought I'd say:  "You know, most people don't go for a jog around the house between turds."

Lots of adorable pictures coming soon... and probably a First Haircut post. It's about time, don't you think?

Cousin Michaela's Third Birthday

We made a very quick trip to West Virginia this weekend to celebrate Michaela's third birthday. We were there for a total of 36 hours and Evan was sleeping for approximately 21 of them. We made the most of the time we had though.

Evan, unexpectedly, got to meet his Uncle Chase for the first time. He woke up on Saturday morning, walked into the kitchen and walked right into Chase's arms. He hugged him like a long lost friend. It was awesome. It wasn't long before the wrestling began.

Evan and Michaela got reacquainted.

Michaela proved what a great big sister she'll be one day by going outside and yelling and laughing like she was having the time of her life while Evan stood inside and longed to be out there with her. 

We FaceTimed with Annie while Michaela opened her presents. 

Evan got to wear his first ever princess party hat.

It was a beautiful weekend. We had lots of outside time.

Showing me her dance moves.

It's like herding cats, but Grandma does an okay job. 

We met with Grandma Barbi and Grandpa Ed for some fun at the park. Evan pretty much ignored all of the adults and played in the sand. I've never seen him focus on a single task for so long. Note to self: get a sandbox. At least Grandma and Grandpa got to see how good he's walking... all over the place! 

More outside time...

They like each other okay, but not this close. 

I'm so happy that I've been able to spend every birthday with Michaela. Shall we take a look back? 

2012 - Three Years Old

2011 - Two Years Old

2010 - One Year Old

2009 - Welcome, Michaela! 

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?

A Thursday

We must've been super cute because David picked up the camera and started shooting. 

My evenings revolve around keeping him entertained until dinnertime. This day, backyard time. [I wish our grass was greener.]

Yes, that's a dandelion. Yes, he ate it. What can I say? He's going to be sprouting dandelions in his poop.

Laika went that-a-way!

I *heart* this.

Enough already!