Evan's bag of laughs

Ok, I feel extremely guilty for being so frustrated with Evan yesterday. I was glibly reminded that we, as grown ups can be crabby too and are all too capable of throwing tantrums too. So I decided that I should also remind myself, even when he's at his worse how thankful I should be for him and how he's a barrel of laughs without meaning to and an even larger barrel when he knows you want him to be funny.

He's transitioning into a nap a day but seems to still have endless amounts of energy that would put an Energizer or Duracell bunny to shame. The boy does not stop moving which also accounts for his destruction and he being constantly told off. I am not of the enlightened parenthood clan that believes that you cannot say NO to a child. The kid has got to learn. I'm not going to have the kid totally uncomprehending when he is told NO in school. Plus, discipline is discipline. No soft peddling it for me.

Anyway, here are so pictures of what he does on a daily basis, in between eating, snacking and the one precious nap.

The Energizer bunny that I find hard to get a still shot of. The only time he's not moving is when he's asleep.


I don't know where these boots appeared from but the kids do love galumphing around in them. They don't really know how to walk in them but stomping around seems like a good idea. Wait till they discover how this is even more fun when it rains and there're big puddles outside. I will then be accused of allowing my kids to risk pneumonia.

My son, discovering the joys of running. Perhaps he's got Mommy's genes.

The fascination of bubbles. I realised, even as a Mommy, I still stare in wonder at the bubbles. There's just something about them. And the kids love to chase them. My Father-in-Law swears he can make them but I just buy them by the gallons from Toys R Us.

This is Evan when you ask him to show you his handsome face. And when he knows the camera is poised to photograph him. Once again, cam-whore. And funny too. He's learnt to pose with funny faces.

I cannot wait to move for various reasons. One of them is so that we will have giant boxes around that I can use to build 'houses' for them. No point spending money on the Little Tikes house when a clothes basket will do. So, boxes, that I can cut out windows and stuff would be great and will occupy all of us for hours.

So, my son, the joker who drives me insane but is also cute as a button. I just need to remember the latter the next time he breaks something else.