Playing on Granny's Stairs
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
A Few Pics from Christmas
Playing on Granny's Stairs
Monday, December 29, 2008
Twas the Robin Christmas!
"Is it 4:30 already?" as the covers pushed back with a fling!
We quickly loaded the car with much care,
In hopes that the plane would still be there!
Little Evan was nestled all snug in his bed
While Mommy looked down on him with terrible dread.
How cruel to wake him from his sweet, sweet slumber,
"It's 5 o'clock, Mommy!" surely he'll wonder!
With the car all packed up and us on our way,
We dared to hope this could be a good day.
Away to the window that thought flew in a flash,
Getting to our gate was like a 100-meter dash!
It wouldn't stop there though we tried with all might,
It happened Evan cried for most of the flight!
We managed our way finally to Scott's dad's
But poor little Evan was still very sad.
Teething, cold, ear infection! What could it be?
It turns out poor Evan ended up with all three!
There at the after-hours clinic we waited
In hopes Evan's tears would soon be abated.
With Amoxicillin, Motrin and Tylenol in hand,
We had hope once again this holiday would be grand!
Scott called up old friends and planned the date,
Our second night home would surely be great!
"Now Katie! Now Ashleigh! Now Robby and Jen!"
"On, Rick! On, Rachel! On Anna and Ben!"
There were several others, about fifteen in all,
Lucy, Julie, Cody, Jeff and Jennifer; We had such a ball!
The next day we planned to hang with the family,
All of Scott's clan got together, thanks Kelly and Wally!
Monday and Tuesday we rested away
But squeezed in lunch with Tiff, we had so much to say!
103 was his temperature when the thermometer rang!
There is no fever a little Motrin can't fix,
The Guilbeau/Cambre party went off with no hitch!
Christmas Day came and we brought Evan to see
What Santa had left under Granny's big tree!
Toys and clothes, lots of presents, oh my!
Mommy will have to pack tightly or at least she'll try!
We left after naptime for more holiday cheer,
The Robin party was already in gear!
Outside we chased Evan between conversation,
Then came White Elephant, the porch our destination!
It was time to say goodbye and pack up our things,
Early on Friday the alarm clock would ring.
And so it ended a lot like it started,
We awoke at 4:30 and quietly departed.
Happily both flights turned out to be great,
Evan mostly slept and when he didn't, he ate!
Thirteen hours later we pulled into the drive
Each of us letting out a big relieved sigh!
So there you have it, our Christmas tale complete,
Time to clean up the decorations and throw out the treats!
From our family to yours we have one last request,
Don't bother with resolutions just make 2009 your BEST!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Anyone Need a Babysitter?
Scott's work Christmas party was last Friday and I asked Debbie if she would mind watching Evan for a few hours. Granted, it was a family friendly party but we chose the "date night" approach, sans child. So it worked out perfectly that Mark (Debbie's husband) also had a Christmas party last weekend and we were able to watch Mason and Micah on Saturday.
Now, please bear in mind we are used to only one 15-month old. Suffice it to say I was a wee bit apprehensive about feeding and entertaining three at the same time.
Dinner went well (thanks to Debbie, of course, who came through and brought a goodie bag filled with yummy leftovers!) and it was now time to entertain the troops until Evan's bed time (at which time I left with Mason and Micah to head back to their house).
We basically let them loose to play how they pleased. Then Scott got in on the action. Is it appropriate for a grown man to place himself inside a child's tunnel while the kiddos pour mega blocks on him and he throws them back out?!? I'm not sure, but from the looks of it fun was had by all. (of course I could not resist capturing the blog-able moment!)
So, if anyone's in need of a good - er - available sitter, you know who to call!
Monday, December 8, 2008
Lunch with Santa
Santa giving mommy the lowdown on how to trick Evan to get a good picture!
Santa then took his seat in on stage so that all the children could whisper to him their biggest Christmas wishes.
Of course we grabbed our things and scurried to be some of the first in line since it was already 12:30 and we were verging on naptime meltdown. After about 2 minutes it was Evan's turn on Santa's lap. First we took a family picture with Santa (I will post as soon as I get my copy). I think this one may have come out okay as Evan didn't really get what was going on. However, as soon as I sat him on Santa's lap and walked away, meltdown! I don't think we got a picture of it but he was not happy to see Santa!
Then the meltdown began!
In all it was a really fun afternoon. Maybe we'll try again next year!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Boy Oh Boy!
Don't get me wrong, this isn't a bad thing, just something I ponder as I watch him. For example, am I physically rougher with him than I would be a girl? Do I talk the same way, ask him the same questions, respond to him the same way I would a girl? Obviously he's hard-wired differently than a girl but I do think there's so much that he learns from Scott and me about how to be a boy. In any case, let me describe some of his latest antics!
Ah, the ride-on Little People school bus! He plays with this in many ways. On occasion Scott will push him around the house while he holds on tightly, reclines back against the pulley and relaxes for the ride. You really have to be there but it's one of the most hilarious things he does lately. As he rides he has that look of, "that's right, push me around for my enjoyment as I kick back" with absolutely no regard for the killer backaches Scott endures!
I have also taught him how to lift the seat to put things inside. Sometimes we watch as he stuffs blocks, books and yes, woobie, into the compartment and then gets very upset when it doesn't shut correctly!
Mostly, though, he enjoys walking the toy over the entrance to Scott's office and then pushing it down the stairs!
The ride-on toy isn't the only thing he enjoys tumbling down the steps. Just last weekend I was cleaning the house and placed Scott's trash can near the steps so that I remembered to empty it. I came around the corner and this is what I saw...
"Hmmm...how did that happen?"
Lately Evan's also been very interested in Scott's work boots. Scott usually keeps them in the laundry room for easy and quiet access in the morning. When he sees the opportunity Evan will follow me into the laundry room and take off with the shoes.
On this particular day he grabbed both and headed for the living room.
"Slowly but surely I will get both boots up these steps!"
I think after all the work it took to get one heavy boot up the stairs he decided to leave the other one behind.
Finally, there's just nothing that compares to playing with shoes in the coat closet. Honestly, you would think we don't buy real toys for this kiddo! Again, when he sees the opportunity, i.e. the open closet doors, he crawls in and sits himself right in the middle of them. Mostly he enjoys pulling on all the shoestrings. You know Evan's been in the closet when you go to put on your shoes and have to loosen all the laces to get your foot in!
The way I have descibed this current stage to others is that it's like a switch flipped and Evan is into everything. If he's not grabbing the remote it's the phone. If he's not trying to open drawers he's reaching as far as he can on the counter tops and grabbing things he can't even see (which has caused us to carefully watch where we place knives and hot pans!) It seems that everyday he's more aware of his surroundings and those surroundings provide such fun challenges! He definitely keeps us on our toes but it's also a lot of fun to watch him learn and explore.
Other fun pictures from recently...
Evan already seems to have a love of books (yay!) and sometimes can be found just sitting and flipping the pages of his favorites!
Debbie recently brought over a bag of toys and in it Evan found this kazoo. He must have walked around for hours blowing into it (and drooling all over it!). The drool marks more teething...fun times!













