Protection

I debated sharing this story, but came to the conclusion that it is too innocent and too funny not to write down.

If you have read any previous posts, you know that Evan is gearing up for t-ball. He's got the mitt, the practice pants, the cleats, and the balls. Now he's ready for protection. You know...protection!

Whether he needs said protection is a decision I am leaving COMPLETELY up to my husband! I could care less either way.

However, I got an enormous laugh when I walked in the room the other day and my child announced to me, "Mom, my Dad is going to get me a cup to protect my weenie and my tentacles!"

That's right. We must always protect our tentacles!

Sharing

Evan is perfectly willing to share with Hudson...when the item he is sharing isn't HIS! Here they are "sharing" my Reece's Pieces. I guess it's okay to get rid of them sooner rather than later. I certainly don't need to be eating them.


There's a guilty face if I ever saw one. Caught with a candy in his mouth! Note the black pen mark across the cheek. Hudson got hold of a marker, and that was the damage.

Gearing up for T-Ball

So far this weekend has been all about Evan. After a relaxing breakfast, we went to Sports Authority to buy Evan some new baseball gear. I ran after Hudson who is surprisingly quick, while Eric helped Evan choose a mitt, baseball pants, cleats and two balls.


Now Evan is walking around the house in his gear saying things like, "Mom, these shoes are actually good shoes." Or, "These are actually real baseball pants." He's too funny right now!


I am happy that he is happy. What he doesn't understand is that the games aren't starting for another month. We are still waiting to hear from the coach to see when practices will be.

I am thinking our life is about to change...yet again! It's an exciting change, though!

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It's been quite a while since I've updated the blog, but there have been good reasons. Three weeks ago I got into the accident. Then we had an urgent care trip. I never got better and was battling a sore throat for 15 days. Then my grandma died and my dad had to go to Los Angeles to deal with that. Then Dad came home and had what we thought was a stroke the next day at work. Then he wound up in San Francisco for two days. (He is home and fine.)

I still didn't get over my sore throat and thought it moved into my ears. I stayed home from work (which I rarely do) and I finally got some good medicine. Then I had the Science Fair at school.

I just didn't have it in me to keep up with the blog during all that. I feel so much better.

Anyhow, we are all healthy for the moment. My Dad is fine. I still am driving the rental car. Science Fair is over. The next big thing at school is WASC, but we'll get through just fine.

The Sheffer will get mad

For some reason Evan mispronounces the word "sheriff." Whenever he sees one he calls out, "There's a Sheffer!"

We saw a sheffer this evening as we were driving home. He informed us very seriously that if we drive ahead of the sheffer he would get mad at us.

I actually like it when Evan mispronounces things. It's just cute to hear. Sadly, he's getting to the point where he speaks pretty well. His cute baby talk voice is pretty much gone, and there aren't many words that he mispronounces. I figured I better write this one down before it disappears into the past like all the other things I think I will NEVER forget, but do.


My baby doesn't look much like a baby anymore.

Rearranging the office

We spent the day switching our master bedroom and office. It was a crazy thing to do, but we did it. Our bedroom is now where the office used to be. Our office is where our bedroom used to be. The bedroom is now cozy. The office now feels functional.

I haven't taken pictures yet. I'll try to remember to do that tomorrow.

The only problem is that the tv is still in the other room. We always go to sleep with the tv on. What oh what will we do if we can't watch tv as we go to sleep? I guess we'll have to read...or something.

And now I need to go help Eric make the bed so we can get into it and go to sleep.

Hand a 4-year-old a camera...

...and this is what you get!

Hudson, Evan and I took a trip to Urgent Care this evening to have coughs, throats, and ears checked out. Evan is fine but still coughing. I have a sore throat virus but it's not strep (thank goodness). Hudson, however, has ear infections and wheezing problems. He had to have a breathing treatment and is now on several medications. My poor Chicken.


Random shots of medical equipment.


Shots of ugly art hanging on the wall.


Evan apparently loves taking photos of shoes. These are mine.


These belong to the nurse.


Hudson's shoe.


Evan's own shoe.


It was not fun for Hudson or me to keep this mask on for the breathing treatment. Ten minutes of torture.


See? See how much fun we are having?


I guess when the door handles are at your eye level, you take pictures of them!


There were several shots of floor tile.


Hudson finally gave up the fight.


This photo makes me sad.


My little photographer.

Evan was a very well behaved little guy. It's not easy being cooped up in an exam room for over an hour. He managed to take 82 pictures in less than 10 minutes! I'm tempted to keep even the goofy shots because it was interesting to see his work.