tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83092951080466440402024-02-07T18:19:25.714-08:00Getting EvanTheresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08680107652305314855noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309295108046644040.post-40333767046719112592011-07-27T12:17:00.001-07:002011-07-27T12:17:40.170-07:00Look at me go?Rollin'<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/27/2733.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/27/s_2733.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Rollin'<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/27/2735.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/27/s_2735.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> Rollin'?<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/27/2737.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/27/s_2737.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Lol. He keeps getting stuck with his arm trapped under him. <br /><br />Posted from my iPhone<br />Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08680107652305314855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309295108046644040.post-51651690321238483842011-07-10T07:03:00.001-07:002011-07-10T07:03:04.176-07:00Beach timeToday was Evan's first day at an ocean beach. He put his toes in the sand. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/10/1538.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/10/s_1538.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He also relaxed in the tent "aunt" Amy got him. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/10/1540.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/10/s_1540.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> Later this afternoon, "aunt" Amy, "aunt" Tara and "uncle" Drew are coming for a visit. <br /><br />Posted from my iPhone<br />Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08680107652305314855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309295108046644040.post-81232231347881741142011-07-07T11:00:00.001-07:002011-07-07T11:00:55.634-07:00The squash is squishedBob plants a vegetable garden every year and every year we have more veggies that two people (four to six if you include the veggies we give to the in laws) can eat. This year, however, the Little Man is with us and in a few months will start on "solids" (though why they call mush "solids" I don't know), so I decided to turn some of the veggies into baby food. Last night I steamed, pureed and froze a dozen string bean servings. Today I turned two zucchini squashes into 32 servings of baby food. Of course I did a taste test...not bad if I do say so myself. Here's a before and after picture of the zucchinis. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/07/2568.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/07/s_2568.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We also are growing butternut squash and eggplants this summer which will be turned into baby food and if the crop is anything like a few years ago, Evan will be eating butternut squash and eggplant until he's 5. <br /><br />Posted from my iPhone<br />Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08680107652305314855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309295108046644040.post-29879925530896650982011-07-01T12:44:00.001-07:002011-07-01T12:44:43.232-07:00Evan asked me...To tell you all to "have a happy and safe 4th of July".<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/01/3072.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/01/s_3072.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted from my iPhone<br />Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08680107652305314855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309295108046644040.post-16195646839809094842011-06-26T06:56:00.000-07:002011-06-26T06:56:32.030-07:00I love you daddy!Evan's daddy had to work last night, so Evan sent him a video. <br />
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- Posted from my iPhoneTheresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08680107652305314855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309295108046644040.post-85541817446446555832011-06-25T11:52:00.001-07:002011-06-25T11:52:42.115-07:00I missed my boyYesterday I had to run to the DMV and I didn't want to take Evan because of all of the people that would be there. So Evan's grandma and grandpa came to visit. I was gone for nearly 3 hours before I got home. It was the longest I'd ever been away from Evan. I can't believe how much I missed him. All I did for about half an hour (okay more like an hour), after my in-laws left, was hug him. Afterwards, I sang him his ABCs and he seemed to enjoy that. Here is proof. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/25/3171.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/25/s_3171.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />This morning Evan was having tummy time on Bob's chest when he has projectile spit up all over Bob's shirt (narrowly avoiding Bob's face). It was kind of funny (especially Bob's reaction). <br /><br />Bob is working tonight, so the boys are getting some snuggling in. Here they are hanging out in the back yard. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/25/3173.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/25/s_3173.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted from my iPhone<br />Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08680107652305314855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309295108046644040.post-58263184716257952032011-06-20T08:44:00.000-07:002011-06-20T08:44:48.332-07:00Father's Day & Two Months OldYesterday was Father's Day and we had a great time at Nana & Pa's house. Here is a video of Bob and Frank (grandpa) playing with Evan. <br />
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Also, today Evan is 2 months old. It's hard to believe that two months ago he made his arrival into the world. Here he is having tummy time. <br />
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One thing we noticed was that Evan was always turning his head to the left. When we mentioned it to the doctor, she said it was torticollis or Wry Neck. Basically, his head was turned to the left in the womb and the muscles are tight on the one side. She said it was good that we caught it early, as if can lead to a misshapen head and, in extreme cases, surgery to lengthen the muscles. She gave us a few neck stretches to do and we are to go back in a month. If the problem doesn't seem to be correcting itself that we may have to take Evan to physical therapy. <br />
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On another note, Evan is attempting to roll over. He has on a handful of occasions rolled himself over from his stomach to his back but today seemed the first time he's made good progress on rolling over onto his stomach from his back. If he his right arm wasn't in the way, he'd have probably made it. Here he is attempting to roll over on to his tummy.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Over the past two weeks he's become more alert, cooing at us and touching the dangly bits on his exercise mat. He has also started having poo-splosions, much to my dismay. He is starting to sleep longer at night, five hours last night followed by an hour of awake time :( , but takes fewer naps during the day. He is currently asleep in the Baby Bjorn (his new favorite napping spot). Next week he gets his first set of shots, which makes me happy because I will no longer be house-bound (I am starting to get cabin fever). Well...I can't think of anything else, so I will sign off for now. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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