Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Christmas Eve

Jim had to work Christmas Day so we ended up staying in Connecticut for the holidays. Since Gramma and Papa were heading up north for Christmas with the Bordwells, we had had a small get together at home on Christmas Eve. Dressed in his festive t-shirt, Evan entertained his grandparents all evening with his grins and happy jabbering.













He especially liked to lean on Papa's fuzzy head.











Or whack it like a drum.














He also got his xylophone for Christmas. Gramma showed him how to play it. Everyone else took turns learning how to play a color-coded Are You Sleeping.

Our Christmas tree

Once the tree was up and the lights and ornaments were hung Evan went over to check things out. Our living room was divided to Evan and non-Evan area (TV, trees, presents etc)

















he liked the silver bells that rang and anything else that he could get his hands on.








However, he didn't trust Pooh very much. Anyone that smiles all the time can't be normal....

Evan's first Christmas tree hunt








We went up to Burlington/ Harwinton to Dumas Christmas Tree Farm for our tree. It was Evan's first muddy knees experience. He did not want to be carried and insisted on helping Dadddy pick out a tree. The farm owner was amused and Evan got his first candy cane.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

His new game

Last night, he helped me reorganize the VHS tape shelf. He seemed to think stacking it as such is a much more efficient way of doing things

Happy boy



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One day Evan picked up the phone, pushed some buttons and placed it under his chin. He started to chatter and walk around the house. He has now started to parrot what I do. I could not stop laughing and made many international calls boasting of my brilliant son. Then it hit me, am I on the phone too often? Oh Lord....

That's my boy!


I made myself some Indo Mee and My. Nosey insisted on having a few nibbles from my bowl. When I was done, he wasn't satisfied. He found the bowl and licked it. When he still wasn't fully happy, he chewed on the chopsticks. I happily admit, this gene that enjoys Indo Mee is mine!