Growing Up Baby Part 2

Evan may be two minutes younger than Jordan but he's overtaken her in terms of size and physical abilities. He eats and drinks more than she does. He seems to be an easier baby to handle because he has an easy laugh, a ready grin and a quick sense of humour. Much like his father.

And he is a boy in every way. He loves trucks, anything with wheels. He loves balls. He even watches golf with his grandfather and his eyes are riveted on where that tiny white ball lands. Packrat harbours great hope that he will take a liking to basketball. I harbour the hope that he will take a liking to rugby but that's just because ther are rugby traditions in my family. He is also a climber and loves getting up to monkey business.

In fact, both of them are little monkeys, climbing rails that could pose great danger to them and swinging on them as if they belonged in the primate kingdom of the zoo. I'm beginning to think that they would benefit greatly from Gymboree because it's an environment where they can bounce around and jump around and I will not have to fear them falling and cracking their heads open. At the same time, I won't need to burst stitches, keeping them heaved up there because even though they won't admit it, their little arms are not strong enough to hold them up.
















































Look. All sweaty and messy. That's how they spend their afternoons. And that's how he likes it.