Winter Hibernation

Back in February I went outside with Evan to play. It was freezing cold but he just couldn't take being cooped up any longer, and to be honest neither of us minds the cold. So as I wandered around the yard, I noticed that there were a lot of glaring reminders that we had obviously hibernated over the winter, completely ignoring the yard and such. Of course, instead of cleaning these things up, I went and got my camera.

(Bear in mind that we also are both working, both going to school, raising a toddler, percolating a new one, and trying to build a custom bathroom in our basement from scratch by ourselves, lest you think that we are just lazy bodies.)

So first we have a Happy Birthday banner.

From Evan's second birthday party.

In September.

Then we have the tiki torches, that I had just recently taken out of the ground from their circle around the brown patch of grass that used to be the pool (at least we remembered to take that down).

Pumpkins, from, well yes, Halloween. Some still have faces drawn on them, others have been mostly eaten by wildlife.

 
















A gigantic tree felled during the snow storm (this still remains, anyone fancy a go with our chainsaw?)

Ah, the ever telling Christmas tree, that made it no farther then the side yard, instead of the woods where it is supposed to dry out so that when we throw it in the hobo barrel to burn it makes a fantastic fireball later in the year.

And finally, some left over reminders of Christmas.

Now I can say that most of these things have since been taken care of.


Most.

Ah, how time flies.

I mean to post these pictures a while ago, and I swear I'm going to make a scrapbook of stuff like this, but well, uh, lord only knows when I will get to that. But first, these two pictures stood out to me, a difference of how Evan fit in his car seat.

Here he is as an almost newborn baby

You know this size, when you travel somewhere for 2 hours, and they don't make a peep, and you can't see them because the seat is turned around (and you haven't bought that snazzy Eddie Bauer mirror yet) and then you get there and you are sure they have broken their neck.

Like this

Holy moly are they bendy. But I guess being squished in your belly is a feat unto itself. Anyways, I also took a picture of Evan when he was well grown out of this carrier (though to be fair he probably was in it for too long regardless because we didn't realize exactly what the weight requirement was. Whoops.

Evan is about 9 months old in this picture.

In other big and small size news, let's talk about socks. Since I was one of the last one of my friends to have kids, we got lots and lots of hand me down clothes. Which is great, but funny when you come across something that you aren't sure where it came from. Evan was apparently given a pair of white socks with green trim (ankelet style). Which were a little bit big for him, but they fit well enough. I also wear a lot of anklet socks, and mine I definitely have to stretch on. So here is a picture of them together, one for a small toddler, and one for a grown adult woman.

So trying to buy him more manly socks, I got some tube like socks for him, just like Daddy's. The difference is a little bit different.

Definitely had to stretch those a bit more.