Helmet

Evan loves Daddy's motorcylce helmet. He always makes sure that he has it when he is going out to go for a ride. And he especially loves to wear it!

I swear he did this himself. We weren't even paying attention, and Evan walked up like this. It was hiliarious.

Ok. So I added the boots. But the helmet and gloves were all Evan!

It might be one of those "you had to be there" moments, but we enjoy his antics. Plus he reminds me of a bobblehead doll. A Darth Vader bobblehead doll. And he says "helmoy", which is adorable. Oh Evan.

zoo time!

Hello! Our weather here has been crazy lately, and Evan and I have been itching to get outside inbetween rainstorms. Yesterday we went for a walk in the rain, which was fun. But on Saturday we had a legitimately nice day, so we all (including our friends Scott and Anne) went to the zoo, and it was wonderful!

We asked Evan what his favorite part about the zoo was, and he said the gorillas. Well, actually he said "ah ah", which usually means monkey, so I'm assuming thats what he meant. He was especially pleased about the gorillas because one of them was trying to take a nap. He was very excited about that.

This gorilla had it's own blankie that it was laying on. Adorable.

Speaking of adorable, how wonderful is my family? I know.

Evan also got to go on a carousel with daddy. He wasn't too sure about it, but I think he enjoyed it. A little.

He definitely enjoyed riding on this tractor though.

Speaking of tractors, Evan has recently become obsessed with construction equipment.

This is his "digger". He takes it everywhere with him, and yes, he sleeps with it. We have to go into his room later and move it so he doesn't roll over onto it at night. Mike's been playing softball, and luckily there is a random pile of sand that all the kids play in...perfect for digger use. Needless to say, Evan loves going to daddy's softball games. By the way, he calls softball "hit".

The boy can spot a backhoe from a mile away. He's so cute.

Welcome to June

Wonder of wonders, my husband eats sushi. Not only that--he likes it. I'm very proud. He tried it a few weeks ago, and today he suggested we go get sushi for lunch. I am a happy girl. Evan eats Chicken Katsu--basically just the japanese equivalent of chicken nuggets--and he eats a lot of it. Today, he also ate Miso soup! Adventurous just like his daddy.

I think eating with the cool spoon was an extra bonus. I can't believe how big he's getting.

He's even driving already!

Ok, just kidding. Our friendly local firemen had all the trucks out on Memorial Day so we could check them out, and Evan was a big fan.

Speaking of Memorial Day, how many of you can say you have minutemen in your Memorial Day parades? Well, we do. Actually, they're everywhere.

With Lexington Battle Green, Concord, and Minuteman National Park, all within minutes of us, people around here seem really into getting all dressed up like patriots and participating in reenactments. Or parades, for that matter. It's kinda cool.

See? Here's some in April reenacting the march to Concord/Lexington for Patriot's Day. Never heard of Patriot's Day? Me either...it's a Massachusetts thing.

But I digress. Back to Evan.

Here he is yesterday looking nice and clean (if not slightly crazy) with his shirt tucked in and everything. We were on our way to our friend Scott's promotion. (congrats again Scotty!)

He looked nice for about five minutes, and then he started doing donuts in the yard. If you're not dirty, you're not happy, right?

Crazy boy.

I feel like we've done a good job so far teaching him about the world...all except for what sound a horse makes. Poor Evan, he knows all his animal sounds, but somehow "horse" isn't quite right. We try to show him what a horse sounds like, he's seen lots of real horses, and we show him on the TV. But he is determined to put his own spin on it. Check it out:

Now it's turned into some sort of party trick--out friends think it's hilarious, and I think now he knows it makes people laugh so he'll probably just keep doing it forever.

But that's okay.

March to your own drum Evan.