Evan's Beach Trip Take 2

Day #2: He woke up happy. Since we had all the stuff already packed in the car, we took off as early as we could--11am

We were suppose to join Jack and Ana at the Jersey shore this week. However, for precautionary reasons, we opted to stay back in Connecticut. After much contemplation (Evan already had a pair of adorable swim shorts, it would be a shame), we decided to take a trip down to Rocky Neck State Park for the morning.
He wasn't a fan of the cold water at first and would not let go of Daddy. He was not a happy camper and wanted land


Once he got in the shade, he held on to me and would not let go. He would stand up, walk around but always with a tight grip on my shirt. It's a wonder he didn't expose his mother to the public. Too many new sights and sounds I suppose.



Eventually, he settled down and had his lunch, drank plenty of juice and discovered the Long Island Sound. By the time we were ready to leave, he didn't want his hat or Mommy in the water with him. It was waist deep for him but he wasn't bothered and was ready to explore the waves--on his own. For a final treat, he got to go into the women's showers for a quick splash. While in there, several ladies stopped to smile to coo at him. I told him to enjoy it while he can since he will not get such a reception in 15 years time....


Thank you to Auntie Sze Lin for his Batik turtle beach gear. He looked the part. LOL

Evan's Beach Trip take 1

Since it was his first trip, I wasn't sure of what to bring. I packed up the whole house, woke up a grumpy Evan, lathered him up in baby sunblock and dressed him, hat and all, had Jim load the car, went hunting for a beach umbrella and got as far as to the highway before we turned back home. By the time we were ready, it was already noon, he was hungry and we had made it to the end of our ropes.

Hazy days of summer

When the temperature goes past 90 degrees, we melt in the house. Evan gets a cold wet towel for his head. He survived his first days of summer well. We finally installed the mini air conditioner in his room

I want to go out

Evan enjoying the view....

What's for dessert?

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There are nights that he just isn't hungry and will swing his head violently to avoid the spoon.

Blue Blanket Generation II

Like his father, Evan has a blue blanket he buries his face in before he goes to sleep. These pictures were taken after his evening bath. I was trying to settle him down but he had other things in mind. Barely dressed, with binky in mouth, he decided that he and his blue blanket were going for a trip into the living room to play a little more.

I tried to take away his blanket since he was dragging it all over the floor, but the kid has an iron grip. I give up easily I suppose. But if you've heard his yells, you might do the same too. His volume options are loud and louder. There is no mute button on him.

He's made a friend...his name is Evan!

It's his new thing. He climbs up to the mirror and talks to it. He giggles, plays and sometimes tries to eat his reflection. A few days ago, he tried to watch himself drink out of his sippy cup. That wasn't too successful.

More on Evan's che che

Evan has learn that he should be gentle with Patty Kat and usually just gives her a few pats before he goes on his business. She would roll over for him to pat her belly too.



But there are the few times when he gets so "geram" he squeals and laughs so loudly that it scares her.


Most of the time, she feels slightly lonely and will join Evan while he's playing or even accompany him in the bathroom while he takes his tubby

Look Ma! No hands!

He's standing! Walking isn't something he's looking to do in the near future. Why walk when he's finally perfected "speed crawling?" Baby steps I suppose....

Dinnertime theater

While I was not looking, the little boy planted his palm into his bowl of cereal and starting to play with his dinner. The "squishing" sound is especially popular!

I'm stuck!!

Evan is now trying to climb anything within his reach. As a result, we've barricaded the tv with his toys. Climbing over his
Bumbo seat, he got a little stuck. He couldn't figure out how to get his leg out of the chair!