Cute Little Man

Completely off the bottle now.  Check out that gut..

Removing books from their proper place.

Eating or perhaps kissing the doggy.

Playing with his Mickey Ride along.  He hides the blocks under the seat.

No idea what he's doing here.

At the Italian Buffet we went to.  He really enjoyed his corn and pizza.

At church (Stake Conference) we were in the YW room and he fell and smacked his head on his sippy cup. 

He put each of his doggies in their new doghouse.

Eating lunch today.

Getting tired. 

Evan is seriously the greatest.  He's so weird, he cracks me up.  I really wish that we could communicate better already, especially since I would love to know exactly what he's saying and thinking about.

He likes pulling out our books from the bookcases.  He takes the big Harry Potter books in both hands, runs over to me, looks up, drops them on the floor and then takes one of his books and puts it in the book case. And sometimes I find the DVD shelves (which he takes the dvds out of) full of blocks and sippy cups also.

The other day I was laying on the couch because I wasn't feeling well and Evan was running around and playing when all of a sudden I feel something cold and hard hit my face.  When I looked at him, I realized he was pushing his phone into my face.  He wanted me to talk on the phone.

He likes lining up his sippy cups (he usually has one for juice and one for milk).  So, he'll take the the two cups and put them on the window sill.  In between the two cups, he always puts a toy (usually a stuffed animal).  It reminds me of a memorial, with the sippy cups as candles and the doggy as a picture of the person.

Sometimes he just runs back and forth, talking to himself.  He obviously understands what's going on, even if I don't have a clue.

My boy also loves his books. I catch him a lot now when he's just sitting on the ground and reading a book.  Usually it's a book that's age appropriate to him.  Sometimes it's Harry Potter or another book that is still a little advanced for him.  :)

He's getting taller and, looks thinner because of that.  I'm sure his weight will catch up to him soon again and he'll look a bit chunkier again.

He's starting to bite our fingers when we brush his teeth at night.  And he doesn't sit down in the bath tub unless we make him. 

He likes making dashes for the kitchen when the gate is open and he runs to the fridge to play with his Leap Frog magnets.  I usually have to pry them out of his hands because they automatically go into his mouth. 

When he doesn't like where I am leading him when he's walking, he's starting to stop and sit down.  He becomes limp and unresponsive and gets upset when I give up and pick him up to take him where we are going. 

He's a total pain in church.  Man, I am so ready for him to be going in to Nursery (only 4 more months).  I can hardly sit through Sacrament Meeting and I don't bother going to Sunday School.  The only break I get from him is when I got to Young Women.  Then Rick takes him because he isn't teaching at that time. 

He's beginning to climb a lot more.  Usually I stick him in the dry bath tub when I am washing out his dirty cloth diapers into the toilet, and the other day, he had one leg over the edge of the tub before I stopped him. 

He enjoys getting lotion on his hands (whenever he sees me put it on, he does it too.)  He also likes to try to eat my chapstick. 

He just loves being outdoors.  He loves being in the car now.  He takes in everything possible.  And I always have to remind myself that he is learning something new everyday.  I really want to make sure that I am a part of that.  And I am so grateful that I am the first person that sees these things, instead of someone that's watching him. 

Don't get me wrong.  There is nothing wrong with being a working mom. It's just not for me.  I just love being at home with Evan and just being there for him.  Most of the time now it seems like he doesn't even need me anymore.  But, when he is tired, hungry, hurt or just upset, he comes running toward me. 

I am so thankful to be a mother and to have this little boy in my life. I pray that I can know how he needs to be raised and how I can help him.  I get so worried about the future and the state that this world is in.  I worry that Evan will be bullied in school or that I won't even want to send him to public school because of the education system right now.  I worry about his health.  I worry about his spirituality.  I really hope that I can be a good mother for him;  I know that I am supposed to be his mom and that gives me a lot of comfort because Heavenly Father knows me and my personality and He knows Rick and Evan as well.  I don't think that He would have sent Evan to us, if we wouldn't be able to raise him properly.  

Just some thoughts on the best job I've had before (also, being a wife is quite awesome too).