<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079</id><updated>2011-11-14T04:08:46.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06658189085048978342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-8038710879093750280</id><published>2011-11-12T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T06:19:40.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan the Scientist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUMrYmoXE-Y/Tr57qh_83fI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MKm-6QvNRgM/s1600/291244_10150915872670517_504800516_20953275_1134526176_o.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUMrYmoXE-Y/Tr57qh_83fI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MKm-6QvNRgM/s400/291244_10150915872670517_504800516_20953275_1134526176_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674108551144726002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In case you haven't noticed, Evan's not a baby anymore. Frankly, he hasn't been a baby in a long while. In August he started pre-K and his teacher has commented more than once that she doesn't think she's really teaching him anything, not because he's bad, but because he seems to already know everything they teach in pre-K. True, he went into the school year already able to read simple words by sounding them out if he didn't recognize them, but I'm sure it's more that he picks things up so quickly that it seems like he already knew it. In reality, it's more like he learned it instantly and the kid suffers no insecurities when it comes to his intelligence. If he knows it, he knows he knows it.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above picture is from the banks of the Altamaha River in Appling County. We took a hike on the River Trail in the Moody Natural Area yesterday. The kid's a pretty good hiking companion. A bit slow, short legs and all, and you'll never see any major wildlife with is endless stream of chatter, but he'll walk for miles without complaining. If you're in our part of the world and haven't done Tavia's Trail and the River Trail in the Mood Natural Area, you're missing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of hiking companions, this was Aidan's first hike. Evan's going to become a big brother in late March and he's probably the person in the family most excited about that prospect. I don't know how many conversations he's had with the girl so far. He even makes Kim talk in a squeaky voice so he can pretend the baby is talking back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUMrYmoXE-Y/Tr57qh_83fI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MKm-6QvNRgM/s1600/291244_10150915872670517_504800516_20953275_1134526176_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFxT_6OZc6o/Tr5_bG4VLzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_K57Q_Ca26Y/s400/289527_10150844662305517_504800516_20488833_189163111_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674112684213481266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting back to the kid's education level, his current plans for the future involve attending Stanford University where he plans on majoring in paleontology. Upon graduation, he expects to own his own museum with a nice restaurant inside. Other than genes, most of this can't be blamed on me. Stanford comes from a T-shirt his Uncle Sammy and Aunt Coo-Coo brought him from a trip out West a while back and a comment from me that Stanford is a good school. He's latched on and been telling people for two months now that he's going to Stanford. The paleontology is all him. He's obsessed with dinosaurs, even watches shows aimed at adults and grasps the basic concepts presented. I'm pretty sure he even learned the words paleontology and paleontologist on his own. The museum and restaurant thing are also all him. We took him to the Fernbank (above) because of his love of museums. The trip to Fernbank didn't create the love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I may not have pushed him to love science, but I'm definitely not going to discourage it either. When time comes to actually start thinking about a real career path, I may steer him away from the true academic paths and more into the applications of math and science for the practical considerations of not being forever poor, but the more the kid likes science now, the better off he'll be later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-8038710879093750280?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/8038710879093750280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=8038710879093750280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/8038710879093750280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/8038710879093750280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2011/11/evan-scientist.html' title='Evan the Scientist'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUMrYmoXE-Y/Tr57qh_83fI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MKm-6QvNRgM/s72-c/291244_10150915872670517_504800516_20953275_1134526176_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-2169224892271547661</id><published>2011-05-15T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T06:36:49.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Birds to the Rescue</title><content type='html'>Evan loves Angry Birds. In fact, he loves the game so much that I think some days he uses my smartphone more than I do. When Kim asked him what he wanted the theme for his birthday party to be earlier this year, his answer was "Angry Birds party!" Kim wasn't so sure to start with. She kind of wanted just a normal kids party, but I loved the idea and gradually Kim grew to like it as well. Here's the resulting cake.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82Te94TT3HQ/Tc_TsHCTkfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8fplLyvCnMw/s400/4party9.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606932815855981042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's a closeup of the detail. Kim made all of the decorations from scratch. She colored and shaped gum paste to make the birds and pigs. She colored and cut fondant for the surface of the cake and the background board behind the pigs. The structures the pigs are sitting on are made from creme wafers dipped in chocolate. The girl has talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fVbMYKqYLFk/Tc_P94HG5-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/JOo_ce1JC6M/s400/4party2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606928723040724962" /&gt;Evan had a couple of friends from his pre-school and our friends' little girl to play with at the party and this is the way they spent most of the first half of the party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cT4CJqJv0L8/Tc_P9vSMpdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qhRThlySLfY/s400/4party1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606928720671319506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom has a video of Evan using a slingshot to shoot the birds at the pigs and structures before we cut the cake. I'll add it to the post if I can get her to give me the file. Until then a still photo will have to suffice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yBknPNaLuEc/Tc_P-QQe0zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/A5m0o85Qs6U/s400/4party4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606928729522492210" /&gt;Evan got a ton of presents as you'd expect, but the big gift this year was a new bicycle. Evan's been watching me doing a lot of bike riding this year as I prepare for a triathlon, so he was a little excited about getting one for himself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgqRtgqtumw/Tc_P-O11FlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xK-65CiKvp0/s400/4party3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606928729142269522" /&gt;After the party, Evan ran his first annual birthday triathlon. He's been hearing me talk about my triathlon and watching me train this year so he wanted to do one of his own. Because he's heard me ask Kim or my dad for my time so much while I practiced my swimming this spring, Evan needed me to time his triathlon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Nxmd0syM1Y/Tc_P-vI8rGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yJYaIsNAa90/s400/4party5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606928737812393058" /&gt;The swim leg was really more of a wade leg because the pond is so shallow, but that's good because the kid doesn't really know how to swim yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tLepeV24eg/Tc_QdCPfGiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JoUMfJOIIL8/s400/4party6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606929258336164386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to help him a little bit on the bike leg. It's too hard for him to pedal through the grass and gravel, but he did the section across the carport on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnFFN4d0CrI/Tc_QdXFEW5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/RkodnAMYVMY/s400/4party7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606929263929613202" /&gt;The running leg is more his specialty. He practices that continuously every day. We've been watching some bike racing on TV lately and he'd noticed the team cars that follow the cyclists in support of the riders in the stage races. He told me I was his team car and I had to hand him pretend water and food that he'd drink and eat while running. We did the triathlon three times until I told him we had to stop because it was time for a nap. The kid's a natural athlete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1M0t3fv-9dc/Tc_Qdv-sILI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UW9lqaBGgls/s400/4party8.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606929270613745842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-2169224892271547661?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/2169224892271547661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=2169224892271547661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/2169224892271547661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/2169224892271547661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2011/05/angry-birds-to-rescue.html' title='Angry Birds to the Rescue'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82Te94TT3HQ/Tc_TsHCTkfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8fplLyvCnMw/s72-c/4party9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-3354453944020579979</id><published>2010-10-10T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T07:54:43.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Over</title><content type='html'>Of course I should modify the statement in this post's title by saying that summer is only officially over. The forecast for today had the temperature peaking at 90, which is hardly autumnal weather, but a string of days in the 70s suggests that the worst part of the year here is sputtering out, so that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQzLRKPlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UJDLePsv2oc/s1600/summer9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQzLRKPlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UJDLePsv2oc/s400/summer9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526427795376979538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited the beach several times this summer. Evan loves the beach and he makes the shore more fun for me as well. I'm more of a mountains and rivers guy, but it's hard not to enjoy something that Evan enjoys so much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQywBNM3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/lJo74WiuWUI/s1600/summer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQywBNM3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/lJo74WiuWUI/s400/summer1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526427788062307186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His mom took him to Farm City Day and turned the kid into a country bumpkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQyRtEJEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3DZPBKi12C8/s1600/summer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQyRtEJEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3DZPBKi12C8/s400/summer2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526427779924763714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of weekends ago we went with Kim's parents to The Rock Ranch, just outside of Barnesville, GA. This is a farm that has been converted into a sort of farm theme park with jump castles, a narrow gauge train, huge slides, an entire village of really impressive play houses for the kids and more. It was a lot more fun than I expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQyHq-ouI/AAAAAAAAADs/HhgVb1b8SMg/s1600/summer3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQyHq-ouI/AAAAAAAAADs/HhgVb1b8SMg/s400/summer3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526427777231659746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan got to feed the goats at the Ranch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQM8_UnyI/AAAAAAAAADk/eT-nA-Bmgzs/s1600/summer4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQM8_UnyI/AAAAAAAAADk/eT-nA-Bmgzs/s400/summer4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526427138709036834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm surprised the kid made as long as he did this day. He probably burned off several thousand calories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQMJL_KdI/AAAAAAAAADc/e9KqbqHOuAc/s1600/summer5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQMJL_KdI/AAAAAAAAADc/e9KqbqHOuAc/s400/summer5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526427124803512786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That small dot just left of center in the sky is  a watermelon. The red dot in the center in the plastic bucket they use for wadding in the air canon. The ammunition changed from watermelons to pumpkins the week after we visited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQLiZ9poI/AAAAAAAAADU/0KxB8nETkrM/s1600/summer6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQLiZ9poI/AAAAAAAAADU/0KxB8nETkrM/s400/summer6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526427114393151106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is apparently more fun than it looks. The corn house may have been Evan's favorite thing at the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQLMFV6EI/AAAAAAAAADM/z_wOO0sUeIE/s1600/summer7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQLMFV6EI/AAAAAAAAADM/z_wOO0sUeIE/s400/summer7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526427108401080386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks in this picture like Evan knew how to drive. Notice the alert gaze scanning the path where he is headed, the wheels turned in the right direction. I promise you that this was followed within 20 seconds by a full speed collision into the hay bales or the other vehicles. It's a good thing that he has another 12 years before he can even get a learner's license.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQKQ594JI/AAAAAAAAADE/q66640cyrq4/s1600/summer8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQKQ594JI/AAAAAAAAADE/q66640cyrq4/s400/summer8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526427092515676306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ordered a batch of chicks to replenish the flock recently. The chicks are actually slightly more than half guinea keets. The guineas are the smaller ones with the striped heads. The more alert guineas make good guard dogs for the more oblivious chickens. They're also really loud, but our pens are far enough away from the house that we'll be fine. Evan's a huge fan of them at the moment. He'll go out on the porch where we're keeping the brooder and just watch them eat for surprisingly long times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-3354453944020579979?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/3354453944020579979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=3354453944020579979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/3354453944020579979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/3354453944020579979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2010/10/summers-over.html' title='Summer&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TLHQzLRKPlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UJDLePsv2oc/s72-c/summer9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-6861473527245321137</id><published>2010-07-27T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T09:55:52.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Man Starts School</title><content type='html'>Evan is enrolled in a three-year-old academy this year. The classes start a week before the regular school year, probably to allow kids to get used to this before everyone else gets busy. He'll be in school until lunch each day when he'll go back to Jody, who's been keeping him since the fall after he was born. Here's Evan's interview about his first day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wUeK83a25hk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wUeK83a25hk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the interview, Daddy was playing around with the camcorder on his new cell phone. Evan sang "Bah Bah Black Sheep" for us. His version is "Blah Blah Black Sheep, have you any wools."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FuODtSahpNQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FuODtSahpNQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we had to work through a batch of the sillies before we could actually get the song on tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uIZSjAX31Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uIZSjAX31Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-6861473527245321137?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/6861473527245321137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=6861473527245321137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/6861473527245321137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/6861473527245321137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-man-starts-school.html' title='Little Man Starts School'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06658189085048978342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-5330696876138210873</id><published>2010-07-07T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:41:48.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know it's been a while since I've uploaded anything to the Little  Man Evan blog, but it's not because nothing's happened. In fact, we've  had a pretty eventful spring and summer. Below is a bunch of photos to help  you catch up on Evan's summer so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS1gkJwjFI/AAAAAAAAACE/B4rgHLJVsvI/s1600/1summer10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS1gkJwjFI/AAAAAAAAACE/B4rgHLJVsvI/s400/1summer10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491213416736525394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent a week working as a volunteer on the Appalachian Trail back in June. Apparently, while I was gone, Kim broke a few child labor laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS2KzwNmBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SxYq3AjWWps/s1600/1summer9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS2KzwNmBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SxYq3AjWWps/s400/1summer9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214142478850066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan was paid in tiger makeup. Kim did his face and he got to decorate hers and Mimi's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS1gy2p1LI/AAAAAAAAACM/EE98zBYV-lo/s1600/1summer11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS1gy2p1LI/AAAAAAAAACM/EE98zBYV-lo/s400/1summer11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491213420682925234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came back with temporary tattoos. Evan was very proud of his. His worried about it coming off every time he took a bath and checked my arm daily to make sure mine was still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS2Kprd_1I/AAAAAAAAACs/JdJKVv8NsfI/s1600/1summer8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS2Kprd_1I/AAAAAAAAACs/JdJKVv8NsfI/s400/1summer8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214139774598994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kid likes camping, but he HATES gnats. We camped with Mimi and Granddaddy at Georgia Veterans Memorial State Park near Cordele so I could run a 5K race there as a warmup for the Peachtree Road Race 10K race I ran on July 4 in Atlanta. It's a great state park, but camping in late June in south Georgia comes with some disadvantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS2Jnk_tAI/AAAAAAAAACc/e4v3fjBGKXo/s1600/1summer6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS2Jnk_tAI/AAAAAAAAACc/e4v3fjBGKXo/s400/1summer6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214122030707714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the race we stopped at the train depot in the park to watch the SAM Shortline train drop off passengers. During the train's stop Evan got to talk to the conductors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS2KOZ6wPI/AAAAAAAAACk/UdTr5KCuq0A/s1600/1summer7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS2KOZ6wPI/AAAAAAAAACk/UdTr5KCuq0A/s400/1summer7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214132453228786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And managed to charm his way onto the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS0oyArfeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TmxgZ9Xcvtc/s1600/LooptheLake6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS0oyArfeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TmxgZ9Xcvtc/s400/LooptheLake6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491212458383867362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earlier that day Evan got to cross the finish line at the Loop the Lake 5K. He didn't run the entire race, but honestly, as much as that kid likes to run, he probably could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDSzv1MMXzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u_sBbi8N7z0/s1600/LooptheLake5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDSzv1MMXzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u_sBbi8N7z0/s400/LooptheLake5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491211479984922418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDSzvqOXzXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-iWOuBE4EK0/s1600/LooptheLake4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDSzvqOXzXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-iWOuBE4EK0/s400/LooptheLake4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491211477041270130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDSzvLr68hI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LZ25jn0vG4A/s1600/LooptheLake3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDSzvLr68hI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LZ25jn0vG4A/s400/LooptheLake3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491211468843708946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDSzuqEIxoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Jy7lpdLepAc/s1600/LooptheLake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDSzuqEIxoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Jy7lpdLepAc/s400/LooptheLake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491211459818473090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDSzuOJxcaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sgtqj5kZG38/s1600/LooptheLake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDSzuOJxcaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sgtqj5kZG38/s400/LooptheLake1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491211452325917090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not as cute, but I had a personal record in the 5K at this race. Three and a half minutes off my time from back in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS2JG6STmI/AAAAAAAAACU/77pFHw5I19o/s1600/1summer5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS2JG6STmI/AAAAAAAAACU/77pFHw5I19o/s400/1summer5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214113261637218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next weekend we were in Atlanta for the Fourth of July and the Peachtree Road Race. Evan spent some time in the pool. He even convinced Yia Yia and Papou to get in the pool with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS0qumH7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/0q0jCe2bCAo/s1600/1summer4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS0qumH7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/0q0jCe2bCAo/s400/1summer4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491212491826917026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the Monday after the holiday, we went to Bodies: The Exhibition at Atlantic Station, which Evan loved. He was fascinated by the bodies. After that, we took him to the children's museum next to the Georgia Aquarium and the World of Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS0qFnc5uI/AAAAAAAAABM/6q14nsM-dxk/s1600/1summer3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS0qFnc5uI/AAAAAAAAABM/6q14nsM-dxk/s400/1summer3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491212480826631906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played a little in the sand box, which had some sort of weird sand that could be molded into shaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS0pnNwFiI/AAAAAAAAABE/kQnuBShL3Ek/s1600/1summer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS0pnNwFiI/AAAAAAAAABE/kQnuBShL3Ek/s400/1summer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491212472665773602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played a little in the electricity generating exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS0peuTptI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zjbwucPpWhs/s1600/1summer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS0peuTptI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zjbwucPpWhs/s400/1summer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491212470386403026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And went fishing for plastic fish. The kid had a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-5330696876138210873?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/5330696876138210873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=5330696876138210873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5330696876138210873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5330696876138210873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2010/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYmMHWDed7Q/TDS1gkJwjFI/AAAAAAAAACE/B4rgHLJVsvI/s72-c/1summer10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-6219439774745621291</id><published>2010-02-14T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:29:12.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Man's First Snow</title><content type='html'>We drove up to visit my sister Courtney in Augusta Friday and were greeted by the first flurries of what would end up being about four inches of snow as we passed into the outskirts of the city. Evan was asleep when the snow began and because he'd taken too long to fall asleep in the car, he was grumpy when he woke up. All it took to raise his spirits was to point out of my sister's window and yell, "Evan, look! It's snowing!" I'm not sure the smile left his face until he realized that most of the snow had disappeared by the time he woke up from his nap on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/snow6-770134.jpg" /&gt;See that snow ball in his hand? I made the mistake of teaching him how to make one Friday evening and he made them (and threw them with deadly accuracy) until we ran out of snow. Like the hat? It's my sister's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/snow2-798365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we went to the park Saturday morning, another family was already there and offered to let Evan use their little plastic sled thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/snow3-738249.jpg" /&gt;He loved it. Then he pelted their kids with snowballs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/snow4-738198.jpg" /&gt;This snowball didn't come from Evan. I think I was actually throwing it, but it's a great face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/snow5-770206.jpg" /&gt;Attack the camera person!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/snow1-798428.jpg" /&gt;We actually built a couple of snowmen. We built the first one early Friday evening and it was taller than Evan, but collapsed in the Saturday morning sun. We tried a second one Friday night that was on pace to actually be taller than me, but the weight of the middle snowball (it took three of us to lift it and only barely then) caused the bottom ball to collapse after only a few seconds. This snowman was not ours. Courtney went out taking photos Saturday and found this one, the bottom ball split, but the snowman still recognizable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/snow8-704607.jpg" /&gt;Not a bad family portrait, eh? Of course, Evan promptly shoved Kim over into the snow after this shot. Then he pelted her with a snowball from point blank range.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/snow7-704532.jpg" /&gt;The snow may have stopped falling during the night, but it's always fun to shake a tree to recreate the blizzard. I think Evan is like his daddy and was meant to be born in a colder clime. we both love the snow and don't mind cold weather. The kid never once complained of the cold and when we came in from hours of snow play Friday night, his legs were beet red from his pants getting wet and cold. Not a peep of complaint. In fact, he was upset we couldn't stay outside even longer. Maybe he already knows that in his part of the world, this is a very rare experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;All photos were taken by my sister. We, the stupid parents, forgot to bring either of our cameras even though we knew it was probably going to snow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-6219439774745621291?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/6219439774745621291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=6219439774745621291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/6219439774745621291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/6219439774745621291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-mans-first-snow.html' title='Little Man&apos;s First Snow'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-925067477306033235</id><published>2010-01-03T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:30:01.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Photos</title><content type='html'>This was Evan's third Christmas, and just like last year, he made it much more fun than it would have been otherwise.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09a-723800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09a-723769.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim got the idea from a gift she received last year to make these snowmen out of tube socks, buttons, peppercorns, dyed toothpicks, ribbons, sticks, and beans. If you're wondering where the beans are, they're inside. That's what lets these things stand upright on their own. Evan got to help make them this year. Mimi may have helped a little too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09c-775290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09c-775255.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Aunt Kay (Evan's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KayKay&lt;/span&gt;) gave him a really neat toy workshop that even came with a battery powered screwdriver. The set also came with a toy car that you had to put together piece by piece using the toy tools. Evan helped me build it when we got home that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09b-775357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09b-775328.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we may have taken it back apart as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09d-781214.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Here's a better shot of the workbench and the picture frame Evan and I built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09e-781153.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Of course, with a two-year-old things aren't always perfect. Here's a picture of "The Lip".&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09f-716566.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Kim and Evan built a gingerbread house, although the icing that came with the kit didn't seem to do much good and it promptly collapsed under its own weight after they finished. Evan had fun building it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09g-716494.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;This is Evan and his horse Kellen. We're not exactly sure where the name came from. Evan made it up a couple of months ago for his pretend horse. The horse got a physical entity when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yiayia&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Papou&lt;/span&gt; (Kim's parents) came down a couple of days before Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09i-795752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09i-795723.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan's eye-hand coordination seems unusually fine for a kid his age. He's actually able point at what he wants to shoot, press the shutter button, and has even started framing his shots so well that all of what he wants in the picture is well inside the borders of the image. He takes better photos than some adults I know, although he has a tendency to touch the lens still. Now if we could just transfer this skill to catching a ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09h-795817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09h-795790.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another shot of the master photographer in action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09j-773715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09j-773683.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the first time Evan was old enough to ask Santa for something and for the past two months his request was specifically for a "train set." Santa brought this little wooden set. Obviously Evan was pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09k-773647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09k-773617.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He'd play with the train set, open another present, and then come back to play with the train set. That's his Aunt Kimberly (my Kim's sister-in-law) and his Grandma (Kim's grandmother) in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09l-794607.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That is until he opened his gift from Grandma. Her train set was battery powered and remote controlled. Santa just got out train-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;setted&lt;/span&gt; this year. It happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09m-794545.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The cool thing this year is that my mom's dad, Pa-Pa, decided he felt good enough to make the ride down to spend Christmas day with us. He's not been feeling well for a couple of years now and this was a pleasant surprise. I don't think I've seen him as happy as he was Christmas day in a very long time. It was pretty cool that Evan got to spend Christmas this year with two of his great-grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09n-722960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/xmas09n-722929.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Christmas Treasure Hunt is a tradition in my family and Evan was finally old enough to provide his own locomotion this year. He was able to keep up with us as we ran from clue to clue around my parents' house and yard. Unfortunately, at this stop, the present for Evan was a little kid-safe mp3 player. Once he got this, he was kind of done. He'd walk slowly, head cocked in the direction of the speaker, occasionally stopping to serenade us with poorly enunciated versions of the music playing from the little red cylinder attached to his belt loop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-925067477306033235?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/925067477306033235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=925067477306033235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/925067477306033235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/925067477306033235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-photos.html' title='Christmas Photos'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-2795562362710884920</id><published>2009-12-12T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T08:48:37.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain of Being Young</title><content type='html'>Evan's currently working through a bout with &lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/ncidod/dvrd/revb/enterovirus/hfhf.htm"&gt;Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease&lt;/a&gt;. Not only is this one of the very few diseases that come with their own set of commas, it's pretty painful as well. Kim had noticed a rash so faint that I honestly didn't even think it was a rash earlier this week. I told her not to worry because she's always noticing little bumps and rashes that never amount to anything and then worrying about them. The kid has no fear and he plays outside a lot during the day. He's going to get bug bites, smalls scratches and allergic reactions from the grass. This time, however, the rash turned out to be something. By Thursday, he'd stopped wanting to eat and getting him to drink was difficult, so we took him to the doctor to find out that he was likely infected with a strain of Coxsackievirus. I think the name of that virus is pretty funny, but the results, tenderness in the hands and feet and painful sores and ulcers in the mouth and throat, are definitely not funny. We've had to really work to get Evan to drink and eat anything, and so far we've been moderately successful, but the little guy will often ask for something to drink then look at his cup and start crying instead of drinking because he knows it's going to hurt.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, because of the fact that this is a viral disease, there's absolutely nothing for him to take to get him well sooner. We were prescribed a Lidocaine gel to rub on his gums when he needs it and we're feeding him baby Tylenol and Motrin, but we basically just have to wait it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's too bad you can trade in kids when they get sick. It'd save a lot of stress and strain on the parents. Unfortunately, for some reason our culture has decided that children do not belong in the same class as household appliances and cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-2795562362710884920?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/2795562362710884920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=2795562362710884920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/2795562362710884920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/2795562362710884920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2009/12/pain-of-being-young.html' title='The Pain of Being Young'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-2766020701448861213</id><published>2009-11-15T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:36:07.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It May Be Worth It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/1post-703116.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyone who has kids knows that having a two-year-old isn't always fun. In fact, I'd be willing to say that the annoying parts like tantrums, and cramping the parents' style are about equal to the fun parts. Of course to talk about this both sounds like whining and it's stating the obvious. That doesn't mean the fun parts aren't enjoyable, though. Evan's at the age where he pretends, but a lot of this pretending involves one animal eating another. For example, lately he's been telling me to pretend that I'm a caiman and that he's the otter. Then it's my job to pretend to catch and eat him. It's violent, but he enjoys it so I'm willing to play along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/1post2-703243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/1post2-703204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually, a lot of his play involves the chase. It's rare that a day ends without our taking a few laps around the living room fire place punctuating the exercise with a few body slams and tackles. In fact, I finished chasing Evan around the house today just before Kim put him to bed and I started writing this post. Some may call this winding him up so he won't go to sleep, but Evan doesn't really work that way. I can get him wild and nearly incapacitated with giggling (just like he was a few minutes ago) and then he'll practically put himself to bed when we say it's time. That almost makes up for the fact that he'll probably spend most of tomorrow morning crying while we get ready for work. Those mornings (most of them the past month) are pretty tough, but pretending to be a family of monsters growling at each other on the couch later in the day almost makes up for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/1post3-754679.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For example, I spent most of today writing a research paper in APA format for one of my Instructional Technology courses. This kept me locked away in the office for most of the day except for the Falcons game, which he mostly slept through. Just as I was starting to finish, he went up to Kim and said, "I need my daddy," so they came in for a visit. He asked me to chase him, so off we went. I could put off the references page for later. I've been a little grumpy today and a little annoyed at the frustrations of having to write a four-page paper in a format I'm not familiar with, but after about 30 minutes of running, hopping, bulldozing, flying, tickling and bridge climbing, I feel refreshed. Now he's asleep and I'll get to do the same in another hour or two. I'll just have to go to bed pretending not to know what's coming in the morning when the smiling face is likely replaced by the contorted grimace of a crying child. It may even be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-2766020701448861213?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/2766020701448861213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=2766020701448861213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/2766020701448861213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/2766020701448861213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-may-be-worth-it.html' title='It May Be Worth It'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-3436460561373778440</id><published>2009-09-05T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:54:53.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, Football!</title><content type='html'>Evan really gets more first-hand experience with tennis given that his daddy both coaches and plays that hallowed sport, but his dad's viewing passion is much stronger with football, the traditional sport of the Southern swamplands. Given that Evan seems to be mildly influenced by his father, Evan's favorite team is Georgia Tech. In fact, just look at his response to even my saying "Georgia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lH2tbJqTXqg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lH2tbJqTXqg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he doesn't really understand what the deal is yet. He likes to yell, "Go Tech!" whenever my dad says "Go Georgia," but when I tried to get him to do it on video without my dad around, he just copied whatever I said. I've still got years to finish the job, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eT9K39F2qYI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eT9K39F2qYI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-3436460561373778440?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/3436460561373778440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=3436460561373778440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/3436460561373778440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/3436460561373778440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay-football.html' title='Yay, Football!'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-8306231262978359990</id><published>2009-07-26T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:13:13.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Milestone</title><content type='html'>This isn't perhaps the most interesting post for many Evan watchers, but this was really cool to me. Evan has been able to count to 10-15 for months now and even picked up 1-5 in Spanish back in June, but he's never really been able to count things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, however, during lunch Evan picked up two plastic knives and said "I got two knives." I didn't recognize the significance of this to start with until it suddenly hit me and I was shocked. To make sure it wasn't just a lucky coincidence, I handed him a third knife and asked him how many he had. This time he said, "three knives." Pretty cool that he's now able to recognize that basic mathematical rule. Of course, he got a little iffy once he got past three, but he's barely two, so I'm okay with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And about the whole knife thing. They were plastic and aren't sharp enough to even handle a piece of ham efficiently. He'll be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-8306231262978359990?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/8306231262978359990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=8306231262978359990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/8306231262978359990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/8306231262978359990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-milestone.html' title='Fun Milestone'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-5879903101994624869</id><published>2009-07-13T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:00:05.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan the Photographer</title><content type='html'>I know it's been more than a month since my last post on Evan's site, but part of that reason is that we've been a-wandering for a significant portion of that time. It's been the summer break and as Evan has learned over this two years on Earth, when Daddy doesn't have to work, Daddy doesn't like being anywhere near home. He was less than two months old for his first trip to Cleveland. His second summer involved another road trip to Ohio. This year we decided it would be a good idea to pack a two-year-old off on a camping trip to Wyoming. Turns out that it wasn't as dumb of an idea as it sounded. We took a portable DVD player with us and stocked up on &lt;i&gt;Go, Diego, Go!, Dora the Explorer, &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Wonder Pets &lt;/i&gt;DVDs and planned our trip out pretty carefully with stops a couple of times a day that would give Evan some running room outdoors. Evan ended up being a great travelling companion. He'd give us a good couple of hours on the road before he'd get a little whiny from being cooped up, at which time we'd take a short break and then put on a DVD when we got back on the road. We made it to the Western border of Wyoming from Georgia in about four days. Once we got to Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks, Evan didn't have to ride as much, but he did end up being really clingy with Kim. He was out of his routine and away from comfortable places, and he left Kim a little frazzled at times because she was the only one he wanted. I tried to help and keep him distracted, but it rarely worked. Still, for a two-year-old racking up more than 4,000 miles in two weeks, we can't really complain.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition to travelling, Evan's been hitting a few cognitive milestones as well. Early this summer he started to string together grammatically correct simple sentences like, "The ants hurt my toe," "I am running," and "I need cheese." He actually has the conjugations of the verb "to be" down pat, which is pretty impressive for a two-year-old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another skill he picked up during our vacation is photography. We took both our new digital SLR and our old digital point-and-shoot. The SLR is just too big for hiking, so we packed the much smaller camera to take with me on hikes. At some point in the trip, Evan picked up the point-and-shoot and started snapping photos, some of them actually pretty good. He actually got his start by pressing the button on our bigger camera, but he did the little camera all by himself. Here are a few photos he's taken over the past month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog1-756204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog1-756184.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our friend Courtney. We went out to Wyoming in part to visit Courtney and Mickey, friends of ours from college. Mickey is a park ranger at Grand Teton. This isn't from one of Evan's entirely solo shoots. I'm actually holding our big SLR for this shot, but letting Evan aim and press the shutter button. He took a whole bunch of shots of Courtney, but I really like this shot. We were waiting for one of the geysers to erupt in the geyser basin near Old Faithful when Evan took this shot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog2-756154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog2-756121.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hadn't really planned on Wyoming being quite so cold in the middle of June, so when the forecast for the low on one night was 29, we got a room at a lodge in Yellowstone. We just didn't pack enough cold weather gear to feel comfortable keeping Evan out in a tent in that weather. Evan entertained himself that night by taking pictures of the room and his new favorite toy, Baby Bison. He named it himself. We bought it for him after he kept asking to "pick it up" every time we saw a bison herd in Yellowstone. Baby Bison didn't get far out of Evan's reach for the rest of the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog3-799262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog3-799238.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few days later in a campground in Grand Teton, Evan's photography skills have obviously improved. This is actually a really interesting shot. Kim was the center of a lot of Evan's photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog4-799207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog4-799182.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I call this photo "Feet and Camera Case" because that's pretty much what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog5-767096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog5-767067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sizzling bacon at breakfast that morning caught Little Man's attention and therefore was immortalized in a series of zeroes and ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog6-767031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog6-767005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm actually not sure how he got this close to this bird. It's out of focus, but he's two so I'll let it slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog7-743407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog7-743381.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this shot I can only assume that he was experimenting with composition. I like the artsy tilt that creates the feeling of motion in an otherwise static still life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog8-743349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog8-743320.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another feet and camera case shot, although this time Evan compares his toes to those of his mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog9-752987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog9-752958.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan actually crawled behind the end table next to our couch to take this shot of our living room. He's really working to get just the shot he wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog10-752923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanthephotog10-752900.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This shot is really neat looking, although I don't know how he took this shot. It looks like he's sitting on the end table he was behind in the previous shot although this was taken the next day. From the darkness of the shot, I kind of wonder if he got out of bed one morning, got out the camera, and took the shot before coming to wake us up. I doubt that's what happened though. The first thing he always does when he wakes up is to come and get Kim out of bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I just need to work on Evan to get him to bring a little more variety with his photography. Kid needs to realize that vertical shots make a shoot a little more interesting and sometimes do better justice to the subject. I'm sure he'll have that mastered by three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I know most of you come here to see actual photos of Evan and not photos he took, so I'll back-date some photos from our trip after I post this. Just scroll down and you can see some of the better shots from the trip below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-5879903101994624869?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/5879903101994624869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=5879903101994624869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5879903101994624869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5879903101994624869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2009/07/evan-photographer.html' title='Evan the Photographer'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-7832298311578235619</id><published>2009-07-12T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:56:15.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from Our Wyoming Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0324-720034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0324-720007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeding geese in Tennessee for a break from the car on our first day of the trip.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0346-719973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0346-719954.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking down on St. Louis from the top of the Arch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0477-716655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0477-716618.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camping in Yellowstone. Our first mule deer sighting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0480-716573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0480-716548.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating in front of the tent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0494-718242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0494-718200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, there really was snow in June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0521-718169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0521-718147.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checking out the mud volcano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0566-774179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0566-774156.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bison herd in Yellowstone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new3-774126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new3-774100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan hiked back up from the bottom of the Grand Canyon of Yellowstone all by himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new10-775334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new10-775313.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking a nap during a hike at Colter Bay in Grand Teton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new11-775280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new11-775264.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing with Mickey's headlamp a few minutes before he broke the strap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new12-772844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new12-772817.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family photo on a rock in Jenny Lake in Grand Teton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new13-772786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new13-772756.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best way to cheer up a grumpy Evan is to get him to throw rocks into a lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new17-793097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new17-793077.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new36-793047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new36-793009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim and Evan in front of Mount Rushmore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new29-711712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new29-711687.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riding the giant jackalope at Wall Drug in Wall, SD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new31-711656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/new31-711630.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out in Badlands National Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-7832298311578235619?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/7832298311578235619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=7832298311578235619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7832298311578235619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7832298311578235619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2009/07/photos-from-our-wyoming-trip.html' title='Photos from Our Wyoming Trip'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-5177418497144742297</id><published>2009-05-26T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:45:19.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan the Toddler</title><content type='html'>Evan's at an interesting age. Sometimes he looks almost like he's still a baby and then another moment, with different light and a different angle, I look in his direction and standing in his place is a little boy. Sometimes, as in the following photo, it feels almost as if I'm getting a glimpse into his future as a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camera4-764017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camera4-764014.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe that ephemeral appearance is part of what causes the toddler mood swings. There are times, common occurrences, actually, when it feels like the kid hates me. If he's the least big grumpy (tired, sleepy, emotionally frustrated) he does not want me. I can't even put him to sleep anymore. Then an hour, or seconds, later he's climbing Mount Daddy and asking me to go outside to feed the chickens followed by snuggling on the couch to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go Diego Go&lt;/span&gt;. He says "I sorry," "please," and "thank you" without being asked and thirty minutes later turns belligerent and demanding. It must be tough being a toddler. In no other time in your life, except maybe puberty, do you change so dramatically so quickly. Your brain power explodes. Evan's up to complete sentences and pretending to be things he isn't. He can identify letters, count into the teens, and memorize simple songs, but there are times when can't even explain why he's angry. Your physical abilities improve in sudden jumps that leave you able to run and jump but unable to easily take off your own shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's probably a reason humans aren't usually allowed to remember being a toddler. That wild swirl of unadulterated joy, selfish anger, raving independence, and frustration at not being able to do what you so clearly understand is possible for everyone else would be a much too confusing memory for an adult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-5177418497144742297?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/5177418497144742297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=5177418497144742297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5177418497144742297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5177418497144742297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2009/05/evan-at-two.html' title='Evan the Toddler'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-5539185599623190715</id><published>2009-05-24T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:12:22.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan Is Two</title><content type='html'>Evan actually turned two just over a week ago on May 15, but we had his birthday party this Saturday. Kim's parents came down and her dad cooked souvlaki, a Greek pork kabob that's marinated overnight in a mixture of olive oil, lemon, garlic, and oregano. Good stuff. It was a hit, but then Mr. Knuchel makes this stuff the best of any I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday8-769011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday8-768990.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Knuchel works the grill. Well, he's not actually in the photo, but the food is the important part. The souvlaki takes the heat while the vegetables wait their turn to sear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday2-712080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday2-712050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan has been talking about his "Choo Choo Cake" for a week now. Kim bought a special pan that bakes the individual cars of the train and decorated the cupcakes the night before. It looked pretty cool and Evan was thrilled about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday1-712163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday1-712115.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After cake and ice cream (and baklava and other Greek pastries for the adults), Evan finally got to open the presents. This was his face when he opened his present from his Aunt Kay. She bought him a sit-on-top train engine that makes noise. This was definitely one of his favorite gifts. He kept leaving new presents to go back and look at this one. Evan is fun at these things because he gets so excited about all of the presents and wants to linger on each one, even the clothes, instead of rushing to the next gift to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday3-745873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday3-745818.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also got his first tennis racquet. I bought him a little 19" racquet that he'll be able to use in a year or so to start playing. Right now he does a pretty good John McEnroe impersonation with it. He even knows what to do with the racquet and ball from watching so many tennis matches for my high school team, but he currently lacks the coordination to do much with it. The USTA is really pushing Quick Start tennis for young kids, which uses smaller courts (basically playing on the court width-wise) and larger foam balls instead of the normal felt and rubber balls. He's too young for that now, but it'll be good for him to get used to the racquet so he can pretend to play like daddy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday4-745784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday4-745759.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabe helps Evan with another of his presents, a battery powered train that speeds around its track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday5-772080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday5-772057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was another of Evan's favorites. Aunt Coo-Coo (my sister) ordered Evan a bunch of ducklings and he was excited about those. She ordered a mix of breeds so we have a few &lt;a href="http://www.feathersite.com/Poultry/Ducks/Runners/BRKRunners.html"&gt;runner ducks&lt;/a&gt;, a couple of &lt;a href="http://www.feathersite.com/Poultry/Ducks/Crest/BRKCrestedDucks.html"&gt;crested ducks&lt;/a&gt; and who knows &lt;a href="http://www.feathersite.com/Poultry/Ducks/BRKDucks.html"&gt;what else&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday6-772030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday6-771979.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a shot of the ducklings, or at least most of them. There are twelve in total. The yellow one at left-center with the afro is one of the two cresteds. There looks to be at least four different breeds represented, but only the cresteds with their puffball tops and the runners with their extremely upright posture are obvious enough to identify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday7-769098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/2birthday7-769045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the party, we finally got out train he had been so obsessed with while opening presents. The steering wheel actually works to steer the train, but Evan hasn't grasped the concept of steering yet. He also got his first big wheel type tricycle, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cars&lt;/span&gt;-themed one, but we don't have a photo of it yet. We had to buy a new screwdriver that was long and thin enough to put it together. It also makes a lot of noise, and Evan, being a two-year-old boy, is thrilled about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-5539185599623190715?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/5539185599623190715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=5539185599623190715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5539185599623190715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5539185599623190715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2009/05/evan-is-two.html' title='Evan Is Two'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-8978056713202932262</id><published>2009-04-15T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:45:55.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know...</title><content type='html'>That Evan's favorite food is cheese? Seriously, the kid would live off of the stuff if we'd let him. Sure, he'll eats cooked greens, green beans, potatoes, chicken and ham, but the only thing he ever asks for is cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That he went to sleep with a wooden duck last night? That's right, he somehow found one of the carved ducks I have in the computer room and he wouldn't let it go when it was time for bed. He went to sleep with his arms wrapped around it and when Kim went to wake him up this morning, he was petting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That he's already learned what half of the letters in the alphabet look like? He won't be two for another month and he can already correctly identify the vowels and several consonants like Q, R, W, B and others. Apparently, he learned this by playing with the foam letters he has with him when he takes a bath. It was a bit of a shock when Kim rolled this talent out for me a couple of weeks ago without any hint that he knew this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Evan can count to 10? He's been doing 1, 2, 3 for a few weeks now (about the time I found out that he recognized a lot of the letters), but last night he was counting the bite-size pieces of pizza his mom gave him for supper. We've been giving him hints to get him up to 10 for the past week, but he did this on his own and unprompted. I don't think he really has the concept of one number to one item down pat, but he did point to a new piece with each number last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Evan's favorite song for me to sing is "Malaika," a Swahili love song that I learned in college? If he's fighting sleep and I break into that song, he's almost guaranteed to to quiet down and start to nod off. I've sung it to him since he was born, but it doesn't work when Kim sings it. She has her own repertoire to make up for it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Evan's favorite song for him to sing is "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star"? He's got most of the first verse down pat, but it gets a little mumbley in the last two lines. He also started singing "Rain, Rain, Go Away" while it stormed on Monday. He probably learned that one from Gaa, the lady who keeps him while we're at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Evan was so badly traumatized by the sand gnats at the beach back in January that he claimed he had bugs in his hair for months after? "Bad bugs. Go 'way bugs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Evan's two favorite games are Tent and Night-Night. With Tent, Evan pulls a blanket over his head and yells "Daddy, come on!" or "Mama, come on!" for us to join him underneath and then pops out of the tent and giggles. Not exactly the most complex of games, but it works. For Night-Night, he yells your name then "night night" and you're expected to pretend to go to sleep. When he calls your name, you're supposed to pop awake and tickle him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when Evan says, "Boot frog," it's time to go outside. It's been wet down here lately so we've had to put his galoshes on every time we go out in the yard. The galoshes look like little frogs. He and I go out in the afternoons to feed the chickens and collect the eggs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-8978056713202932262?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/8978056713202932262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=8978056713202932262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/8978056713202932262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/8978056713202932262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2009/04/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know...'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-6265959750396134775</id><published>2009-03-29T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:56:21.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rainy Weekend</title><content type='html'>My sister Courtney, Coo-Coo to Evan, drove down from Augusta for a visit this weekend. It poured on Saturday. We got about four inches of rain after lunch that day. The first few pictures are before the bottom fell out. Kim had a class to attend Saturday, so Courtney took Evan over to my parents' house and they played out in the fields and on the railroad tracks. The second set of photos came from this morning as we ran through the flooded section of our back yard. Evan really dug running through the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 597px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A future John Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 597px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or a future hobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 402px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wasn't there for this picture, but I'm going to guess that he's begging for a piece of cheese. The kid is practically French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just thought this was a good photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few sprints through the flooded back yard, you get a little dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 528px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Running through the water is fun. I went out to unclog the pipe that drains my back yard and Kim and Courtney brought Evan out to watch. This is what the task turned into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 597px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Running through water is still fun. We probably spent 30 minutes doing just this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 597px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/flood8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stomping the giant puddle is fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-6265959750396134775?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/6265959750396134775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=6265959750396134775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/6265959750396134775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/6265959750396134775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainy-weekend.html' title='A Rainy Weekend'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-5544043786620919457</id><published>2009-02-22T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:19:35.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evan has turned into a little parrot lately and has even started to string together words into rudimentary attempts at complete sentences like "Choo choo gone" and "eat food" (his demand to his mother this morning when she asked him if he wanted any milk. I finally got a few of his trick sayings (along with his first song) on video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9g2FOH4zWY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9g2FOH4zWY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSiFWQw0zT8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSiFWQw0zT8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-5544043786620919457?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/5544043786620919457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=5544043786620919457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5544043786620919457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5544043786620919457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2009/02/evan-has-turned-into-little-parrot.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-2732685651405730051</id><published>2008-11-30T18:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:39:22.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Camping Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov1-796794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov1-796754.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we left town for Thanksgiving week, Evan and I cleaned the chick cage. After I caught the first one and moved it to the holding pen, Evan kept trying to help me catch the others. His arms just weren't long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov2-732636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov2-732632.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He didn't fail from lack of trying, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov3-732599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov3-732584.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He did at least get to pet the last one before I moved it to the holding pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov4-723436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov4-723432.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan's just recently taken a shine to coloring (or duhlor as he says). This is his and Kim's first day at Amicolola State Park passing time coloring while I'm off wandering around somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov5-723401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov5-723397.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was one of his favorite tricks at the camp site. He'd crawl up on this tree stump and then squat down like he was about to jump off and then just stand up really quick. He thought it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov6-759747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov6-759740.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he's playing with his cousin John's basketball set. It looks like he actually knows what he's doing, doesn't it. That's pretty good form for a 1.5-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov7-759697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov7-759692.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wednesday night we played football. Evan got a kick out of it. He actually did catch and throw the ball a little bit, but honestly, he spent most of the time just running around in circles and randomly tackling me and his granny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov8-783922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov8-783914.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also gets a big kick out of running between my legs, which is kind of an odd trick if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov9-783899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov9-783895.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is cousin John and cousin Cali. John is my cousin Tara's little boy and Cali is my cousin Heidi's little girl. Heidi is just a few months older than I am (and Tara's younger sister) and Cali is just a couple of months younger than Evan. The three spent a very long time spreading gravel on a piece of plywood and then dumping it on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov10-730800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov10-730796.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know this isn't Evan, but I thought it was a really good shot of Cali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov11-730778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/EvanNov11-730769.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and Evan coloring after I got back from hiking the ten-mile round trip to the Len Foote Hike Inn on Friday. We ended up going home early because of weather (and I had tickets to the Georgia Tech game at UGA), so this was our last night in the mountains. Evan had a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-2732685651405730051?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/2732685651405730051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=2732685651405730051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/2732685651405730051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/2732685651405730051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/11/camping-thanksgiving.html' title='A Camping Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-6132618316379410321</id><published>2008-11-16T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:17:28.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall and Halloween</title><content type='html'>We took Evan to a pumpkin patch in Odum back in October. There was a lot of stuff for little kids to play with and we took a hay ride out to the actual pumpkin patch to get our pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/fallEvan1-753052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/fallEvan1-753047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But first Kim wanted to get a photo with the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/fallEvan2-753119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/fallEvan2-753088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a petting zoo, although you couldn't really pet a lot of the animals unless they came right up to the fence. There was a really cool bridge over part of the grounds that the goats used to walk around over our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan3-784538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan3-784533.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Evan points to the ducks after petting the donkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan4-784568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan4-784565.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan tries his hand at roping a steer. I don't think his coordination is good enough for this yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan5-734128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan5-733692.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all, steer wrestling is more his style anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan6-734180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan6-734174.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan really loved the cow train. After his first ride he signed "more" and cried when we took him out to go get some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan7-758147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan7-758141.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We let Evan choose our pumpkins for us. He had a kick bringing up pumpkins and handing them to us. Just don't tell him that we were only able to keep three of the twenty he collected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan8-758199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan8-758195.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He really did try to pick this one up. He just couldn't get a good grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan9-785767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan9-785762.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He already knows tractors, but this is a little larger than the one his granddaddy takes him on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan10-785797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan10-785795.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo is from a week later getting ready to go out for Halloween. We decided to dress him up as Baby Einstein. He had little suspenders (you can't see them here) and we styled his hair up and back to get Einstein's famous shock of hair and then used that colored spray to dye his hair white for the night. Kim even painted his shirt with "E=MC&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;" so the lack of mustache wouldn't confuse people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan11-724637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan11-724634.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More of the styling process. Evan's eating a sour straw. We don't usually let him eat candy, but we made a small exception for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan12-724681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/FallEvan12-724678.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not many people know that Einstein had a thing for chocolate cupcakes. To make sure Evan's costume was as realistic as possible, we had to let him eat a chocolate cupcake too. That's a look of satisfaction (and sleepiness from being up and running around an hour after his bedtime.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60a30badcf7ef624" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60a30badcf7ef624%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331049680%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80FE84A381CC2E5E85A3DC56CCAAF70E31C9F30F.46C3287159821266A5360113BFCE2333C3152112%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60a30badcf7ef624%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZN6-rJ96-hnBjI7_wv0FZhpfK9I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60a30badcf7ef624%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331049680%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80FE84A381CC2E5E85A3DC56CCAAF70E31C9F30F.46C3287159821266A5360113BFCE2333C3152112%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60a30badcf7ef624%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZN6-rJ96-hnBjI7_wv0FZhpfK9I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-6132618316379410321?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=60a30badcf7ef624&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/6132618316379410321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=6132618316379410321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/6132618316379410321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/6132618316379410321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-and-halloween.html' title='Fall and Halloween'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-4262642696317559155</id><published>2008-10-20T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:52:52.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another post so soon? What's wrong with me? But this was hilarious and I couldn't help but to post the video. Evan did this for almost 15 minutes straight. He's jumping about six inches down onto a mattress, by the way, so no real risk of injury was involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-57f316905f3169b8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57f316905f3169b8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331049680%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4113D2492313F0E6D3925BFEF71F787B654ACCAA.4237D4B48FD322A86235D35CAA3C1667E52F6FC7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57f316905f3169b8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdqElF05PZkzUzO_8NFHNwamefaU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57f316905f3169b8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331049680%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4113D2492313F0E6D3925BFEF71F787B654ACCAA.4237D4B48FD322A86235D35CAA3C1667E52F6FC7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57f316905f3169b8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdqElF05PZkzUzO_8NFHNwamefaU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-4262642696317559155?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=57f316905f3169b8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/4262642696317559155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=4262642696317559155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/4262642696317559155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/4262642696317559155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-post-so-soon-whats-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-7729455727073387737</id><published>2008-10-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:21:10.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted anything in about a month and Evan has probably hit the most benchmarks (at least interesting ones) in this time period than in any other of comparable length. His vocabulary is markedly larger. He now says mama, water, bath, ball, milk, snack, flower and a couple of other words I'm forgetting in addition to the dada, dog, duck, and Bubba that he's been saying. He understands a good many more but just can't say them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb1-776395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb1-776393.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In addition to new linguistic mastery, he's also learned to climb. He was quite proud of himself the first time he climbed into this rocking chair. He gets jealous when Kim sits in it now. He was also climbing onto his Papou and Yiayia's coffee table and jumping off of it when we were visiting last week. He's a bit of a daredevil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb2-710319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb2-710305.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During that visit to Kim's parents' house, we went to a hockey game. Parking around Phillips Arena can be difficult and expensive and there's a MARTA station right at the entrance to the arena. Parking at the North Springs station is free, so we took the train into the city for the game. It was Evan's first experience on public transportation. I try to take MARTA whenever it's reasonably possible in Atlanta just because it's cheaper than paying for the gas and parking for any event in the city. I just wish they'd expand rail service so that more places are accessible from the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb3-710480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb3-710353.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The actual Thrashers game was excellent. I love hockey, especially live. Football is probably actually a better sport to watch on TV than it is live (if you take away the atmosphere of actually being there). Hockey is the opposite. It's an okay sport on the small screen, but incredibly fun when you're actually there. Plus, the Thrashers won 7-4 against one of the better teams in the league to start their season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb4-739115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb4-739111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan actually loves sports. He paid attention to most of the game and clapped every time the crowd cheered. The experience was memorable enough for the kid that one night the next week I was watching a game on TV and he walked into the room, looked at the screen, and started clapping. He was sitting next to me while I was editing the photos for this post and started clapping when I opened the photo of the players on the ice for the face off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb5-739226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb5-739203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Thrashers were giving out these really cool logo knit caps at the game. Evan decided to model them for us during one of the time outs. He was really well behaved even though the game didn't end until three hours past his bedtime. He got a little fussy in the last few minutes of the game, so I picked him up and walked him back up to stand at the edge of the tunnel so I could see the game. He was happy to watch the drunken guys in the upper deck behind us and glance down on the ice as long as I was holding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb6-765779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb6-765777.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day we took Evan to the Georgia Aquarium. I love this place. We had annual passes during the first year after it opened, but since then we've moved away and can't go enough to justify the passes. We've known Evan really liked fish from the way he acted around aquariums we saw in stores and restaurants. He was amazed by what we saw in the aquarium. I was a little worried it'd be too much for him, but he loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb7-765825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb7-765820.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Evan rehydrating and watching one of the beluga whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb8-781114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb8-781103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tropical fish reek tank may have been a bit of a sensory overload. I put Evan down and he ran from end to end of the acrylic wall trying to take all of the fish (and people) in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb9-781167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb9-781140.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan and his great grandmother check out the potato grouper and whale sharks in the Ocean Explorer exhibit. If you haven't been to the aquarium in Atlanta, this is its most amazing feature. I've been a little critical of their lack of information about the species the display (they've actually done a bit to improve this), but the huge deep sea tank that you can walk under and then sit and watch through an acrylic wall the size of an IMAX movie screen is an incredible experience. They have a few species (like the whale sharks) that you'll likely never see again in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb10-727810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb10-727706.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and Evan can eat with a spoon now. He's really good with things that stick to the spoon like yogurt and pudding, but he can manage other foods with just more mess. This spoon is actually a little to big for his mouth, but the ones we keep at our house are more his size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb11-727862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb11-727859.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan's grandparents found this little car at a yard sale or something similar. He really got a kick out of riding around the driveway in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb13-703888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb13-703885.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A week later, we're back at home and the eggs I'd been incubating for the last three weeks have hatched. Just like with the aquarium, Evan is excited to see other living things. Here he's looking down on the pen to see the day old chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb12-704020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/climb12-704017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mention that he's learned to climb? It's not in the photo, but I'm standing behind him to catch him at the first sign of trouble and I snatched him off the ladder just after this photo was taken because he decided to keep climbing up the ladder past the point where I still felt comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-7729455727073387737?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/7729455727073387737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=7729455727073387737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7729455727073387737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7729455727073387737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time No See'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-5364962906427421883</id><published>2008-09-17T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:10:19.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong with that Kid?</title><content type='html'>I was on single parent duty yesterday while Kim did the open house thing. It wasn't a big deal. After Evan got over a 30-minute screaming jag because I had to use the the restroom, he was actually in a grand old mood, except that he kept wanting to bite me. We're trying to break him of that particular game, so I held him back and said, "Do you want to go to time out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He instantly shook his head "no," which is interesting because he's been doing that motion, but never before in response to a yes or no question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, then he paused, looked down to where he had bitten me earlier, looked back up at my face, grinned, and lunged in for another snap. Of course that meant he had to go to time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure how effective time out is. He actually will stop crying when you put him in the playpen we use for time out if he's upset. I picked him up, stuck him in timeout and he grinned at me as I walked back to the couch. I looked over about a minute later to see him looking at me over the top of the playpen grinning. He quickly ducks back out of my line of sight before slowly peeking back up at me, the grin still on his face. When I went to get him out of time out a short while later, he flopped down to the bottom of the playpen and pretended like he was a sleep and then started giggling when I picked him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid is weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-5364962906427421883?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/5364962906427421883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=5364962906427421883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5364962906427421883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5364962906427421883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-wrong-with-that-kid.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong with that Kid?'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-7816020354581053412</id><published>2008-09-15T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:26:49.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan at 16 (Months that Is)</title><content type='html'>I realized that I hadn't posted here in a while last week but couldn't find the camera to upload any new photos. I finally found it lurking behind a picture frame on the mantel (we have to keep anything fragile out of Evan's reach) so I thought I'd take this time to give a little update and post a couple of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan's pretty much given up the pacifier. I'm not really sure how it happened. He'll still go for it when he finds one (and he'd been stashing pacis in all sorts of weird nooks, crannies, and shoes for a while there, probably preparing for just this sort of crisis), but he no longer needs one. We started off about a month ago by just not offering him one until it was time to put him down for bed. After a week or so of that, I couldn't find a paci easily, so I just didn't bother. He went to sleep fine that night. After a couple of nights of that, we just stopped bothering with the things altogether. He doesn't seem to care until he sees one and even then when you take it away he doesn't seem too stressed out about it. I'm taking this as a sign that the kid doesn't have an addictive personality and we'll have to worry less about him developing drug and alcohol problems as a teen and adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also started taking more interest in other kids than he does us. We actually have to chase him down at daycare to get him to come home and he's always unhappy about leaving unless none of the other kids are there. He's definitely got a bit of an independent streak for a kid his age, but he's definitely a social kid. That's good. I'd be happy if he turns out more outgoing than I was and am, but I'd hate to see him be needy turn into one of those kids who can't manage to leave home when they graduate high school. If he doesn't attend college at least 100 miles from Kim and me, I'll know I'll have failed as a parent. That's mostly tongue-in-cheek. Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he's starting to really show signs of understanding what you say. If you ask him to hand you something or to pick something up, he usually does so pretty quickly. In the past couple of days I've discovered that if he has something he shouldn't have (a regular occurence) that if I ask him politely, he gives it to me without hesitation and doesn't get upset about it. Pretty cool. His spoken vocabulary is a little smaller, though. It's basically "dada", "mama", "duck", "dog", and "Bubba" (the name of one of our dogs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Bubba, Evan and I actually went out to play in the yard today. Evan had been looking out of the window when he saw his Aunt Kay driving by the house in her Gator and he got excited. By the time we got on his shoes and went outside, she was gone, but we went and looked at the mockingbirds that were noisily swarming the trees in our front yard, petted Bubba for a while, and walked back to look at the chickens, before coming back in to sit on the couch for a little bit before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's those photos I promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/GoTech-731890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/GoTech-731888.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan had a ball climbing into the laundry basket and getting us to push and spin him around. If you notce his attire, Evan's a huge Georgia Tech fan. His favorite player this year is Michael Johnson. (He's a big Michael Turner fan too, but he doesn't dress up for the Falcons on Sundays.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/GoTech2-731985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/GoTech2-731905.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's also training for a rewarding career as a janitor. If only he'd clean up after himself after eating. He's part of the reason we're infested with ants right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-7816020354581053412?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/7816020354581053412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=7816020354581053412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7816020354581053412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7816020354581053412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/09/evan-at-16-months-that-is.html' title='Evan at 16 (Months that Is)'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-8250964177833102295</id><published>2008-06-16T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T12:53:47.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan Goes Camping</title><content type='html'>This is actually the second time Evan has gone camping, but it's the first time he was alert enough to have a clue as to what was going on. We went to visit his aunt Courtney in Augusta this weekend and we camped in the nearby Mistletoe State Park. Evan had a great time hiking, sleeping in the tent and eating rocks. Sadly, we couldn't keep the kid from sticking the gravel in the campground in his mouth. I understand the first time. After all, you have to stick something in your mouth to make sure it's edible. It's all the other times he stuck rocks in his mouth that worry me. You would have thought that the first time would have been enough to learn that they were indigestible. Apparently not. I guess granite tastes pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping2-718819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping2-718748.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually, he spent most of his time moving gravel from one place to another. A lot of that "another" place was in our tent. There's a video of this at the bottom of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping3-725651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping3-725643.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course camping isn't all heavy lifting. He also had to help granddaddy set up the camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping1-718678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping1-718650.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan also helped set up Mama and Daddy's tent. Of course with the weather, we had to take a little play break when we were  finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping4-725895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping4-725889.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course after all that work, one tends to get a little dirty. Evan's not fond of being wiped up, but he dealt stoically with Mama's irrational need for cleanliness. After all, he's just going to get dirty as soon as she lets him down. But Evan is beneficent, so he waits patiently for her to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping5-780929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping5-780922.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday night we went to a place in Clark's Hill, SC, called La Cantina. The food was pretty good, but it's about as in the middle of nowhere as any restaurant I've ever visited. The owners have a quirky sense of style. Obviously, Evan loved the place. He's taken up the habit of pointing at things and proclaiming "Wuh dah". I'm not sure he put the finger down the entire time we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/cantina5-785352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/cantina5-785347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a hand-made clay and stone oven in which they cook their steaks. Evan was amazed by this thing. After we watch the guy cook the steaks and went back inside, Evan kept trying to walk back outside to the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping6-780956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping6-780951.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also went hiking on Sunday morning. I carried Evan most of the way and he slept most of the way. Here's the picture we took about a quarter mile in with Evan conked out on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping7-747486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping7-747481.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim carried Evan during part of the trip back just to see what it was like. Evan was nice and perky for this shot. We stopped at the same place on the return trip for the Mama and Evan shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping8-747546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/camping8-747539.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a long three day weekend for Evan and he was pretty much zonked by the end. Courtney walked him around the campground in his stroller and they found a feather, but Evan couldn't hold out for long. He fell asleep and didn't wake up until we were an hour from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aac20a00ce113b68" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daac20a00ce113b68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331049680%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A94D6D485E37DF39DCA428E322CFEDDAF354624.6A82B2D5F281A60860F61D7F81012EF037739B5F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daac20a00ce113b68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DghVASD5i6vVvLGpkc-tf_lImUDU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daac20a00ce113b68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331049680%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A94D6D485E37DF39DCA428E322CFEDDAF354624.6A82B2D5F281A60860F61D7F81012EF037739B5F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daac20a00ce113b68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DghVASD5i6vVvLGpkc-tf_lImUDU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-8250964177833102295?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/8250964177833102295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=8250964177833102295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/8250964177833102295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/8250964177833102295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/06/evan-goes-camping.html' title='Evan Goes Camping'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-3028304166069581812</id><published>2008-05-25T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:19:23.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan's First Birthday: Part II</title><content type='html'>Evan had a little party at his daycare on his actual birthday, but we couldn't organize the family party until today. Kim started getting things ready for the party days in advance and decorated my parents' carport quite nicely for the party. It was mostly family and we cooked out and had a cake that my sister Courtney made and Kim and she decorated. Evan had a blast opening up presents and destroying his little mini-cake, but between his few sips of sweet tea, cake, cookies, and other goodies, he kept us up half the night with a stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I just found out that Kim didn't take any pictures on our camera, so you'll have to go over to the &lt;a href="http://grandmatreesysbragbook.blogspot.com/"&gt;granny blog&lt;/a&gt; to see those, but here are a few recent photos too keep you sated until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/newevan2-748465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/newevan2-748448.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/newevan1-748404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/newevan1-748398.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-3028304166069581812?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/3028304166069581812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=3028304166069581812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/3028304166069581812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/3028304166069581812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/05/evans-first-birthday-part-ii.html' title='Evan&apos;s First Birthday: Part II'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-4175502976551284496</id><published>2008-05-15T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:51:23.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Evan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/headless-765499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/headless-765494.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan likes to demonstrate his detachable head. He also turned one year old today, and actually not too far from the time this post went live. Kim took the day off from work to help with the party at the daycare and then she and Evan went swimming in the pool. Kim spent last night and this morning working on Evan's birthday cupcakes. I think they turned out pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/Evancake-708469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/Evancake-708451.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan's big party day started off with a trip to Burger King where he played in the play structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanbday1-708410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanbday1-708357.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was shown the cake for his approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanbday3-719357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanbday3-719333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanbday2-719273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/evanbday2-719252.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-4175502976551284496?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/4175502976551284496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=4175502976551284496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/4175502976551284496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/4175502976551284496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-to-evan.html' title='Happy Birthday to Evan!'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-8541638704016289973</id><published>2008-05-04T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T08:08:45.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Evan Goes to Tech</title><content type='html'>Evan went to watch his cousin David graduate from Georgia Tech this weekend. Daddy forgot to take the camera, so we're stuck with second-hand photos from Karen, David's mother. Evan was amazingly good considering the five hours we sat in the Georgia Dome hearing speeches and watching people in black robes walk across the stage (including two trips for the masters students for some reason.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Evan and me before graduation in front of the Ramblin' Wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan7-710293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan7-710290.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't bother to take any pictures of Evan during the ceremony. Part of that was because it was a graduation, and therefore largely uninteresting visually. The other part was that Karen and her camera moved to a location where she could see David more easily. We did get a couple of pictures of the kid with the graduate on a grassy knoll near the Dome. Oh, and Evan just started walking without any assistance a couple of weeks ago. At the time of the video, he'd only walk between us, but during a trip to Brunswick where we'd left Evan with my parents, he started launching himself into open space to walk wherever he felt like. Unfortunately, his bravery outmatches his balance. Hence the skinned nose and bruised forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan-771721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan-771710.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan2-771758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan2-771755.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation, we headed up to 5 Seasons in Sandy Springs for lunch. I happened to mention this in passing to Karen in conversation earlier in the day and it ended up turning into where we went. I'm not complaining. It's my favorite restaurant (and brewpub), but I didn't want to tell them where to go. Luckily, everyone seemed to like their food. Evan was awesome during the five-hour ceremony, but he ran out of gas on the trip to 5 Seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan3-746738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan3-746734.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Evan got to eat much table food here (he did eat half of a waffle for breakfast), but he ate a couple of containers of baby food. I'm really hoping that's water Mama's giving him in the straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan4-746782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan4-746773.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afterward, we hung out at the restaurant and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan6-797875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan6-797871.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan5-797838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan5-797835.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Evan took a little walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan8-798777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/davidevan8-798774.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-8541638704016289973?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/8541638704016289973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=8541638704016289973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/8541638704016289973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/8541638704016289973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/05/mr-evan-goes-to-tech.html' title='Mr. Evan Goes to Tech'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-3159908020954524465</id><published>2008-04-09T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:22:13.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few New Things</title><content type='html'>Evan started crawling on his hands and knees instead of the old military crawl, but that's so passé . 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=801088793b958f8b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/3159908020954524465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=3159908020954524465' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/3159908020954524465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/3159908020954524465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/04/few-new-things.html' title='A Few New Things'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-8894879283798030381</id><published>2008-03-15T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T06:09:43.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick photo post</title><content type='html'>It's been a long day and I'm headed off to bed, but I thought I'd leave you a quick photo from today's drive down the Peaches to the Beaches yard sale route. If you look really closely at the bottom of his mouth, you see a glimpse of his first tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/grogbeach-730613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/grogbeach-730609.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-8894879283798030381?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/8894879283798030381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=8894879283798030381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/8894879283798030381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/8894879283798030381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/03/quick-photo-post.html' title='Quick photo post'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-7392659954646695799</id><published>2008-03-02T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T08:24:10.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, Bloody Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/party-756662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/party-756659.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan really does party naked. Or at least he would if we let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with apologies to U2 for butchering their "Sunday, Bloody Sunday," we cut to the chase. Evan went to the doctor for his 9-month well-child check-up Friday. They measured height, weight, circumference of the head, listened to his heart and lungs, and various other checks to make sure he's not some freak of nature or other problems. For those of you who remember his appearance during the first couple of months, part of the findings are a bit of a surprise. Mr. Pot Belly is now slightly above the 75th percentile in both height and weight. In other words, it's looking like Little Man won't be so little forever. That's a good thing. I'd have to disown him if he doesn't at least break the 6' mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part of this check up included checking his iron levels, which required drawing blood. First, they pricked his heel and squeezed droplets of red into a tiny vial, which they rushed off to be tested for iron content. If it came back below 11 (11 what, I don't know) they had to draw blood from his arm for a bigger sample. If it came back at 11 or above, the test was over and Evan would be free to go. It came back 10.9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse struggled to find a vein and after a failed attempt and no vein clearly visible, the nurse asked us to head over to the hospital next door to get the lab people to draw the blood instead of risking turning Evan's little arm into meat-flavored Swiss cheese. The lab tech filled the vial quickly with only one, quick stick. What a difference having a job that requires you to draw blood all day makes compared to the more generalist nurse. Of course Evan cried while being stuck, but true to his nature, as soon as I picked him up, he was back to grinning at the nurses who held him down and impaled him to steal his life force. He just doesn't know how to hold a grudge. This is a photo of Evan just seconds after being skewered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0325-795387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0325-794608.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That weird face is not from discomfort, but is simply Evan's new ham face. That's right. Every time the red light for the anti-red eye feature on the camera comes on Evan ham's it up by opening his mouth wide and leaning back a bit. Here is another example from recent weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/yell-766519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/yell-766512.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder if he picked this up from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/doubleyell-797425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/doubleyell-797423.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also spent an afternoon a couple of weeks ago playing outside on a blanket. Evan got to watch the chickens scratching under the pomegranate, physically attacked me and had a grand time posing for pictures. This was before the new ham face, so he doesn't look quite so angry here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/twinrednecks-730819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/twinrednecks-730815.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Evan had his first trip to the beach a couple of weeks ago. We went to Jekyll and St. Simon's Islands. It was too cold to swim, and rainy at times, but we had fun, and Evan seemed to really enjoy the change of scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/daddybeach-797404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/daddybeach-797401.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/thebeachkim-730776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/thebeachkim-730771.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Despite the appearances, Evan didn't really help write this blog. He just thinks he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/puters-756685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/puters-756681.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-7392659954646695799?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/7392659954646695799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=7392659954646695799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7392659954646695799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7392659954646695799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/03/friday-bloody-friday.html' title='Friday, Bloody Friday!'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-5369964692593060068</id><published>2008-01-20T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:17:13.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan Goes to a Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Before we get to the birthday party stuff, here's a freebie. It's just a photo from a good mood session on Jan. 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/face-750136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/face-750133.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan went to his first birthday party today. Addi Davis, one of the girls he goes to day care with, turned one earlier this week, and her parents threw her birthday party today. Evan got to play in the inflatable bounce castle in the back yard, ate cake and ice cream (with his hands), played with some of Addi's toys and was a very good boy overall. He had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he'll be having his own first birthday party in less than four months. It seems weird that it's been that long since he was born already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos from today's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/dirty-730031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/dirty-730029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/bouncer-711686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/bouncer-711681.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-5369964692593060068?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/5369964692593060068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=5369964692593060068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5369964692593060068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5369964692593060068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/01/evan-goes-to-birthday-party.html' title='Evan Goes to a Birthday Party'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-5514081117977250000</id><published>2008-01-20T17:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:58:44.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan Eats</title><content type='html'>Evan has started to mess around with finger foods. He'll gum saltine crackers until they're soft enough to swallow (it's actually a fairly disgusting process), and he will eat some table foods (although we're not really giving him much of those.) Here's a short video of him eating one of his Gerber puffs. He loves these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c8dd730a7b25474" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0c8dd730a7b25474%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331049680%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5560042E038EAEF09935AEB2D91240E60D68CCD0.E7A95FCB631D2B3AE0840A0F9FFCE5D5E53BC12%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8dd730a7b25474%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIyijvuIEmK2BqkcNNh4WGpGjO0c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0c8dd730a7b25474%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331049680%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5560042E038EAEF09935AEB2D91240E60D68CCD0.E7A95FCB631D2B3AE0840A0F9FFCE5D5E53BC12%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8dd730a7b25474%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIyijvuIEmK2BqkcNNh4WGpGjO0c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note, he's no longer sleeping the night. He went probably two weeks where he'd sleep the entire night except for on weekends for some reason, probably because he's less distracted and takes more and longer naps during the weekend. Unfortunately, he's been getting up once a night during the week and the past two night he's actually gotten up twice during the night. I didn't realize how much of a pain this was until he got us used to sleeping straight through the night for a couple of weeks before reverting. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-5514081117977250000?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c8dd730a7b25474&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/5514081117977250000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=5514081117977250000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5514081117977250000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5514081117977250000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/01/evan-eats.html' title='Evan Eats'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-1003939391160339200</id><published>2008-01-06T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:53:20.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Time Food</title><content type='html'>Hopefully Kim has discovered the secret to a full night's sleep for Evan: Beech Nut's Good Evening line of baby food. Last week Evan slept through the entire night for three nights in a row. Each night Kim would feed him a jar of one of those (usually &lt;a href="http://www.beechnut.com/Our%20Baby%20Food/product.asp?P=38742&amp;amp;Category=1&amp;amp;SearchValue=4&amp;amp;SearchVals=About%207%20-%208%20Months&amp;amp;ListValue=1&amp;amp;SearchType=By%20Age&amp;amp;ProdType="&gt;Hearty Vegetable Stew&lt;/a&gt; or the &lt;a href="http://www.beechnut.com/Our%20Baby%20Food/product.asp?P=38743&amp;amp;Category=1&amp;amp;SearchValue=4&amp;amp;SearchVals=About%207%20-%208%20Months&amp;amp;ListValue=1&amp;amp;SearchType=By%20Age&amp;amp;ProdType="&gt;Turkey Tetrazzini&lt;/a&gt;) and follow it up with a small jar of fruit around 6:30 p.m. Then, just before he went off for bed he'd suck down a bottle of formula. All three of those nights we were able to sleep all the way through the night. It was just too darn cool. We got off schedule during the weekend and he didn't get his Good Evening baby food supper and he went back to his 1 a.m. feeding break each night. Little Man got his stew tonight and his bottle so we're hoping that we won't wake up until the alarm goes off just before 6 a.m. tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's also starting to scoot around on the floor now, so he may crawl before walking after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, I know you only come here for the photos. I don't have anything from the past few days, but here's a shot of Evan at his first hockey game. We went to an &lt;a href="http://www.augustalynx.com/"&gt;Augusta Lynx&lt;/a&gt; game during the weekend between Christmas and New Year's Eve. Evan was into it for most of the first period, but conked out for the rest of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0067-730804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0067-730117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-1003939391160339200?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/1003939391160339200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=1003939391160339200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/1003939391160339200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/1003939391160339200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2008/01/sleepy-time-food.html' title='Sleepy Time Food'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-7928213440113434703</id><published>2007-12-27T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T06:46:50.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Such a Sell Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0059-730989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0059-730110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I say that because I hate naked baby pictures. Actually, I find it a little disturbing that people would actually want to show other people photos of their babies with no clothes on, or even take those photos to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having stated that, I must say that this photo is perhaps one of the best expressions we've ever caught on Evan's face. Plus, everything that is supposed to be covered is, thanks to a very modest turtle. This is Evan's new bathtub. He's outgrown the plastic tub we used to bath him in, so Kim bought this inflatable duck that gives him a bit more room to stretch out and play with his bath toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dig it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'm trying to upload that video again so that it actually works. Check the post below this to see if I was successful. If you're wondering why I've posted so much in recent days, it's because by some magic of the Internets, Kim and I finally can access our own baby page. I'm not sure why but for the first six months of Evan's life we weren't able to reach this page from our house on any computer on our network (and we've got three right now between the old desktop, my laptop, and Kim's school laptop). We discovered around Christmas day that it works for us now, so expect a few more posts from us now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-7928213440113434703?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/7928213440113434703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=7928213440113434703' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7928213440113434703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7928213440113434703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-such-sell-out.html' title='I&apos;m Such a Sell Out'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-7996801343436343889</id><published>2007-12-25T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T07:27:26.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan and Christmas Toys</title><content type='html'>Evan had his first experience with Christmas and he seemed to enjoy if, even if I think he's a little exhausted now. He opened his own presents with very little help and really seemed to dig the books the most. Like dork like son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/images/MVI_0005.avi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db056155d1d47596" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb056155d1d47596%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331049680%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB66AF83EB88AA122BEDBDAAA6D5A83EADF10EE9.5843F05FEB0C584C57AB2EF7BF3510EE595A1C59%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb056155d1d47596%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DviRT9SrHi2tqOBEZJjpy7FhahTs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb056155d1d47596%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331049680%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB66AF83EB88AA122BEDBDAAA6D5A83EADF10EE9.5843F05FEB0C584C57AB2EF7BF3510EE595A1C59%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb056155d1d47596%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DviRT9SrHi2tqOBEZJjpy7FhahTs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-7996801343436343889?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/7996801343436343889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=7996801343436343889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7996801343436343889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7996801343436343889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/12/evan-and-christmas-toys.html' title='Evan and Christmas Toys'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-30732753768974170</id><published>2007-11-21T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T06:08:59.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>I got Kim set up to post here and it seems like she has about as much initiative to update this thing as I do, so sorry for the rare updates. Evan is six months old now, sitting up on his own, rambling on in long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soliloquies&lt;/span&gt; in his own language about what I must assume are lectures on what he thinks are the major factors in China's current rise in economic and political power, and how the housing "crisis" could be fixed in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad no one can understand him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, being Kim, threw Evan a Half Birthday Party last week. She sent half cupcakes to day care with him and even baked half of a cake (I'll post pictures when I get back home and have access to that.) We even bought pizzas that were half one topping and half another. Of course Evan slept through the party (which was really just my parents and Kim and me). It was still a really clever idea, and I support displays of creativity in front of my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan has been sporting a cold that he can't quite seem to kick. It seems like he starts to get better to wake up one morning with a face covered in mucus and that hacking cough again. He doesn't seem to mind, but it's annoying to us. That's really all for right now. If we take some Thanksgiving photos of him, I'll try to get those posted. He's really changed since our last update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-30732753768974170?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/30732753768974170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=30732753768974170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/30732753768974170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/30732753768974170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-3288292231361931461</id><published>2007-10-12T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T18:18:16.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And a Bit of Good News</title><content type='html'>Evan is looking like he may very well be left handed. The lady who keeps him during the day mentioned that she thought he was favoring his left hand and we noticed today that he was reaching for things fairly consistently with his left hand. That rocks. Lefties RULE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-3288292231361931461?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/3288292231361931461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=3288292231361931461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/3288292231361931461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/3288292231361931461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-bit-of-good-news.html' title='And a Bit of Good News'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-9085963402934305489</id><published>2007-10-12T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T18:11:33.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan Is Sick</title><content type='html'>Evan started being really congested in his nose yesterday and then today started running a fever. He had been a little fussy this morning, so we decided the 99 degree temp wasn't worth keeping him home for. Just after lunch I get a call from Kim telling me that he was up to 101 and she couldn't get off easily to pick him up and take him to the doctor. I was perfectly happy to skip fourth block and go take him to the doctor. I took him to Dr. Battle, the relatively new pediatrician here in town, instead of Dr. Childers in Douglas. I was really impressed with her. She was a lot better about letting you know what she was thinking, why, and what she was doing about it and why. Kim and I are probably going to switch to her being Evan's regular doctor from now on just because I'm happy with her and she's about 35 miles closer to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those of you getting annoyed by the fact that I haven't gotten around to what's wrong with Evan, it's nothing big. The doctor thinks it's just a virus. His ears were fine (one of the girls at his daycare had a bad ear infection) and his lungs were clear, so it was all in his sinuses. She irrigated his sinuses and had me do the other side to make sure I knew how to do it at home. That was all he needed. He's still stuffy and we're having to irrigate occassionally, but the fever is down a bit, so unless he gets worse, he'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's actually been an amazingly happy sick baby. He's still smiling and playing, although he's not as active as he normally is and he's sleeping more, but that's not really a complaint. I really can't say that he's any fussier with a 100+ fever and trouble breathing than he is with a normal temp and clear breathing passages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-9085963402934305489?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/9085963402934305489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=9085963402934305489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/9085963402934305489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/9085963402934305489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/10/evan-is-sick.html' title='Evan Is Sick'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-221095012216652634</id><published>2007-10-08T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:25:24.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan's First Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>Evan had his first camping experience this past weekend. Not only was it camping, it was also primitive camping. Kim and I went camping with our college friends and in college we always went camping in John's Mountain National Forest, mainly because it was free. Our normal spot off of the road and across a little creek was occupied (first time that has happened in the eight years I've been camping there) so we found another secluded spot that was about a half mile up a winding gravel road with several hairpin turns. The spot was actually pretty cool. It was on the very tip-top of a ridgeline, but I did miss the creek a bit. Also having to hike the camping equipment and Evan's fat little butt 100 yards up a hill to get to the spot from the nearest realistic parking was a bit of a pain, but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan was an excellent camper. It gave us a great excuse to use a camping outfit we've had for Evan since before he was born. And he didn't cause any major problems. He did wake up and pitch a fit around 3 a.m., but it wasn't for very long and Kim was able to calm him down easily. We think she bumped him in the dark while she was trying to get him situated to nurse in the dark. He was fine with random friends of ours that he had never seen holding him. He was also perfectly fine with random dogs licking his feet. He was even appropriately enthralled with the campfire until he fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On non-camping news, Evan has started to be able to sit up a bit on his own. We can put him in the seat of shopping carts without his carseat and we can sit him down on the couch or or laps an he'll play with his feet. He's also starting to get REALLY chatty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-221095012216652634?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/221095012216652634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=221095012216652634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/221095012216652634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/221095012216652634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/10/evans-first-camping-trip.html' title='Evan&apos;s First Camping Trip'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-2469508006336332486</id><published>2007-09-29T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:25:35.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New photos</title><content type='html'>We have gotten up photos for Evan's first month (go to the photos and click the first month link). We're being a little slow with the rest. I say blame Kim. Kim says blame me. We'll eventually catch up, especially when summer gets here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-2469508006336332486?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/2469508006336332486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=2469508006336332486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/2469508006336332486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/2469508006336332486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-photos.html' title='New photos'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-5644923417290417770</id><published>2007-09-23T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:53:19.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan's New Games</title><content type='html'>Evan has found his hands. Not in the same way that he did before...I mean he realized that they were there and was constantly eating them but now he has discovered that they have a purpose and they can grab things. He will grab for things that are on his belly or in the air right in his line of sight as long as it is close enough for him to reach. He will grab onto my hair in the morning when I pick him up from his big boy crib or when we're walking around. He hasn't discovered that he can grab Jacob's glasses though. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/Evan-007-743604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/Evan-007-743081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is becoming more and more expressive every day. He smiles and makes all sorts of noises and even occasionally will giggle. One of his favorite games is when you hold him up and lean him towards you while you open your mouth wide. He will do the same and then flash you a big smile. We have posted the picture of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His other game that he likes is when you lay him on his back, allow him to help push up and then kind of fly him up in the air and back down onto your legs. He will get all excited about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves trying the make raspberries and copy what you are doing. It is amazing how much he has changed in four months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-5644923417290417770?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/5644923417290417770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=5644923417290417770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5644923417290417770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5644923417290417770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/09/evans-new-games.html' title='Evan&apos;s New Games'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06658189085048978342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-4570186013926156205</id><published>2007-09-23T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:36:44.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The magic growing machine</title><content type='html'>Yes- Evan is a growing machine.  Time has gone by so fast and Evan has gotten so big.  He already is unable to fit into his first stage of clothes and is in the second set.  I know he will be too big for those clothes around Christmas.  We went to the doctor last week and got our second set of shots. Of course Evan was fine right before the shots and then as soon as he got stuck he screamed!  I don't really blame him.  He did have to get three shots on his legs.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; would too if I didn't feel like I needed to be a grown up.  He's now 14.8 pounds, 24 inches long and his head is 43 cm around.  He has grown to twice the size as he was born.  His pants still fall off him but they are getting better since Evan is getting a little buddha belly from eating cereal, peas, and green beans.  We tried sweet potatoes and LOVED them but the next day he wasn't keen on eating green beans since they are much more bland. We've gone back to the green stuff for now to keep it bland for a little longer.  Hopefully by Thanksgiving he will be eating all the vegetables and be able to have his own little feast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-4570186013926156205?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/4570186013926156205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=4570186013926156205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/4570186013926156205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/4570186013926156205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/09/magic-growing-machine.html' title='The magic growing machine'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06658189085048978342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-6205733398941549557</id><published>2007-09-22T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:09:43.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan's New Tricks</title><content type='html'>Hopefully I'll have some more pictures up tomorrow, either here on the blog or on the picture pages. Evan's really been changing at a faster pace the past couple of weeks. He's started scooting when he's on his stomach. He'll often push himself up into the corner of his crib at night and he'll nearly push himself off of his play mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real big news is that Evan graduated to sleeping in his own crib in his own room at nights last week. He's not having much trouble with the change, but Kim wasn't exactly happy about it. He's even gone from about 9 p.m. until 4 or 5 a.m. once or twice in his own room, but part of that is because he's eating real food now. In addition to the peas you can see below, he's eaten green beans, sweet potatoes, carrots, and squash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-6205733398941549557?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/6205733398941549557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=6205733398941549557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/6205733398941549557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/6205733398941549557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/09/evans-new-tricks.html' title='Evan&apos;s New Tricks'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-458799656794815322</id><published>2007-09-12T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:48:01.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan Likes Peas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/Evanforweb-708001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.littlemanevan.com/uploaded_images/Evanforweb-707993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan started eating vegetables this week. Yesterday Evan had his first taste of peas.  He wasn't too sure what to think to start with, but already today he's acting like he's enjoying them (as the picture shows). Actually, he's not quite gotten the hang of eating food from a spoon, he still tries the sucking motion used for bottles and Mama, which gets as much out as in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's up to around 15 lbs. now and actually looks like a chubby baby instead of a skinny alien thing with baggy skin. He's also starting watching things more closely and he just started being able to reach out and grab for things consistently late last week. He's a lot more responsive overall. The lady who keeps him during the day said she's surprised how he's already trying to scoot when he's laid on his stomach and how much he likes to stand (you've got to keep him balanced, but he's been able to hold his own weight for over a month now.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-458799656794815322?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/458799656794815322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=458799656794815322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/458799656794815322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/458799656794815322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/09/evan-likes-peas.html' title='Evan Likes Peas'/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15066284725034885069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-7166492144689503219</id><published>2007-08-04T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T12:18:36.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Housekeeping</title><content type='html'>Yes, I do realize that the links to most of the photo pages are broken. I haven't built those pages yet. Kim and I haven't been posting regularly lately, but Evan's still here. We've just been busy considering that work started back this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan's up to more than 10.5 lbs. His last checkup over a week ago had him at 10 lbs. 8 oz. He's finally starting to leave the size range for normal newborns. He's also holding his head up on his on and focusing really well. He'll turn his head to look at different things that catch his attention. If you take him out in his stroller for a walk outside, his head is turning back and forth like he was at a tennis match. He's a strong little bugger too. As long as you provide balance for him, he can support his own weight while standing. That massive head's just a little too heavy for balance. I think he'll start walking early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below the neck, coordination hasn't set in. While he can control his head and eyes exactly as he wants, the hands and feet still kind of go wherever they feel like. He's making attempts to push his on pacifier back in when it falls out, but he's got a tendency to pull it out again after he pushes it in. He seems to be on track though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoying thing is that his brain development has gotten far enough that he can get bored now, but he doesn't have the coordination yet to entertain himself. He can't grab or shake a rattle, so it's up to us to entertain him when he starts getting bored. The best solution is to take him outside. He'll watch the wind blowing trees or the roosters I let roam outside for hours. I've got a feeling that he's going to spend as much time wandering the woods as a kid as I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-7166492144689503219?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/7166492144689503219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=7166492144689503219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7166492144689503219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7166492144689503219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-housekeeping.html' title='A Little Housekeeping'/><author><name>Jacob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-5796583587829010036</id><published>2007-07-13T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:12:49.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign up for e-mail updates</title><content type='html'>Yes, I do realize that we don't update the site enough. After all, we haven't gotten up the photos of Evan's first road trip and he's already completed his second. If you're interested in getting an e-mail update whevever we make an important update to the site, e-mail &lt;a href="mailto:aracauna@hotmail.com"&gt;aracauna@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and I'll add you to the list for outgoing update announcements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-5796583587829010036?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/5796583587829010036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=5796583587829010036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5796583587829010036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5796583587829010036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/07/sign-up-for-e-mail-updates.html' title='Sign up for e-mail updates'/><author><name>Jacob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-2880007229913203980</id><published>2007-07-10T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:48:35.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Boy</title><content type='html'>When we found out that we were pregnant we both had doubts about parenting.  We both were sure that the other would be great parents but we lacked the self confidence.  Although we are both far from experts and still have some doubts we both seem to have fallen into the parental role pretty easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan has Jacob wrapped around his little finger.  Jacob will sit with Evan and talk and play with him.  He really is fun to play with since he has started to smile.  I think Jacob enjoys Evan more than he thought he would (even if it takes time away from his other hobbies.)  Evan loves to hang out with his dad.  If he is getting cranky, Jacob has a way of calming him down and keep him contented.  He is also great at getting Evan to go to sleep.  I think that it is because Jacob is warm natured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob surprised me when we had Evan about how much information that he knew.  Apparently he was doing research on different aspects about the pregnancy.  Often times he knew the answer to my questions before I did.  I guess it was just a way for him to be excited about the baby even if he didn't always show it on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's however have it easy when it comes to taking care of the little one. Even when they do everything right they still have it easy.   They don't have the every 2 hour feedings (at least in our case since I am breastfeeding.) which leads to lack of sleep most nights.  Since Evan eats every 2 hours I can't even build up a reserve of breastmilk so Jacob can feed him a bottle of breastmilk at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Motherhood is not easy but it has it's perks.  There is nothing like seeing Evan look at you and smile.  It amazes me everyday that Evan was inside of my belly!  It is amazing how much you can love the little man!  It makes you realize all the unplesant events really were worth it. &lt;br /&gt;They say that once the baby is born you forget the pain from the pregnancy.  I still remember the pain but if I had to do it again for Evan I sadly would do it again in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really makes you feel well when you know that your child responds to you.  Evan knows who his parents are even if he really can't see clearly yet.  He knows who we are by our touch and how we hold him.  It is really neat to be able to take him and calm him down just beacause we are his parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-2880007229913203980?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/2880007229913203980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=2880007229913203980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/2880007229913203980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/2880007229913203980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/07/daddys-little-boy.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Little Boy'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06658189085048978342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-4120879766718785094</id><published>2007-07-10T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:17:02.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan's first time as a model</title><content type='html'>Although Evan has been our personal model for the pictures we have taken on a rather regular basis, tomorrow he will make his debut as a model for professional pictures.  He will either react in two ways.  He may be the good natured and the happy little man he usually is or he may show his grumpy side and decide to be cranky.  Hopefuly he decides to be happy and flash his cute little smile for the pictures.  We will be taking them tomorrow at 1:00.  If he is as happy as he is today at that time then we will have great results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-4120879766718785094?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/4120879766718785094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=4120879766718785094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/4120879766718785094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/4120879766718785094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/07/evans-first-time-as-model.html' title='Evan&apos;s first time as a model'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06658189085048978342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-5208361718008875425</id><published>2007-07-10T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:57:33.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Fat Man Evan</title><content type='html'>Well, he's really not fat. He still looks really lanky for a baby and even his newborn-sized pants are kind of too big, but little dude's put on two pounds since being yanked from the gaping maw of his mom's surgical incision. We found out his official weight when we took him in for a herniated belly button. It looks a little disturbing and the explanation really isn't any more reassuring, but it's common and nothing to be concerned about according to our doctor (and he's a very busy doctor, implying he's not killing many off through malpractice). Basically, when Evan is upset (pretty much any time we change his diaper and actually see the bellybutton since he hates having any article of clothing removed) some of his bowels poke through the tiny muscular imperfection under the naval making the belly button blow up like a balloon. Other than that, Evan's a perfectly healthy little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also started smiling on a regular basis last week. He's not consistent in response to social stimuli yet (he's too young for that really), but he does occassionally respond with a smile to being tickled or when I talk to him in a really high voice or make weird noises. He's starting to experiment with other facial expressions as well except for the agry face, which babies are pretty much born with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-5208361718008875425?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/5208361718008875425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=5208361718008875425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5208361718008875425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/5208361718008875425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-fat-man-evan.html' title='Little Fat Man Evan'/><author><name>Jacob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-8539382063468181644</id><published>2007-07-02T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:12:51.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evan Update: July 2</title><content type='html'>The first few posts didn't have a lot to do with Evan, but this one is all baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan slept a lot during his first month. In fact, he often went 4-5 hours between feedings, especially at night. He was obviously growing and not having any problems, so we didn't really worry about it, or, rather, I didn't really worry about. Kim was terrified until the last time the doctor weighed him that he was eating enough. But when the fifth week passed, Evan hit a growth spurt and started eating every two hours, even at night. Plus, he's a slow eater, so he'd spent 30-45 minutes, meaning Kim only got an hour and a half or so of sleep between feedings. It was the first time that either of us got really frustrated with the freqency of feedings. Before we didn't seem to have much problem getting enough sleep, but recently we've been struggling a tad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like the growth spurt may be easing up a bit, though. The past two days Evan's gone longer between feedings, more like three hours instead of two and sometimes longer, and not eating as long during feedings. Another bonus of age, even when he was feeding more often was that he's finally learned how to latch on, and spends less time screaming for the milk to come in the middle of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had him weighed last week, and he was up to 8 lbs. 8 oz. He was born 7 lbs. 3 oz., and was 6 lbs. 11 oz. when he left the hospital four days later, so he's put on almost 2 lbs from his lightest point after being born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-8539382063468181644?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/8539382063468181644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=8539382063468181644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/8539382063468181644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/8539382063468181644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/07/evan-update-july-2.html' title='The Evan Update: July 2'/><author><name>Jacob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-4019640407657987067</id><published>2007-06-25T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T13:22:36.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Atom subscribe link</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it doesn't work the way I thought it did. If your browser supports RSS feeds (the newest Internet Explorer and Firefox both do) or have the misfortune to be running Windows Vista like I do, you can use RSS feeds. The way these works is that you click the Atom link at the bottom, and click "Subscribe to this feed" on the window that pops up, and you'll be able to access the feed from your favorites (the little yellow star on the left side of the IE toolbar). I'm not really sure how it works on Firefox. And, if you have dialup, I think the feeds are saved to your computer so you can read the posts here without being connected as your subscriptions are downloaded automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're running Vista, you can open the Feed Headline gadget and set it to Midnight Musings feed and you'll have this blogs posts displayed on your desktop all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-4019640407657987067?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/4019640407657987067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=4019640407657987067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/4019640407657987067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/4019640407657987067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/06/atom-subscribe-link.html' title='The Atom subscribe link'/><author><name>Jacob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-1168165326890248995</id><published>2007-06-25T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:16:56.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things You May or May Not Know About Evan</title><content type='html'>1. Evan has red hair. We're not sure exactly how he ended up being a &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/6725653.stm"&gt;ginger&lt;/a&gt;, but he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Evan has spit up four times in his life that we're aware of. One of those four was this morning all over the sheets of his parents' bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Evan's head is made out of metal and his hands are magnets. It's really hard to get those hands off of his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. One of his favorite magnet-hand positions is the cha-cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Evan is a very gassy little man. He once let one rip in church that actually echoed off of the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He always sneezes in multiples, usually threes. Following those is usually a failed sneeze where he breathes in to sneeze, but instead moans UHHHhhh in a descending pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. His parents laugh every time they hear that noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. His big toenails are triangular in shape, and his feet are very big for a baby his size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Evan likes to stay up really late with his dad watching the All Blacks playing rugby to let his mom get some real sleep between feedings. Then his daddy sleeps really late the next day. Evan doesn't sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He LOVES taking a bath. He can be extremely cranky, but as soon as he hits that water, the crying stops and he's happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-1168165326890248995?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/1168165326890248995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=1168165326890248995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/1168165326890248995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/1168165326890248995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-things-you-may-or-may-not-know-about.html' title='10 Things You May or May Not Know About Evan'/><author><name>Jacob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-7260035798728899952</id><published>2007-06-23T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:54:41.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're running (Kind Of)</title><content type='html'>The blog is working (obviously) and the main photo page is up, but I've only got photos from the hospital on the site so far. Hopefully tomorrow (Sunday) I'll be able to get the other three photo pages up. I don't really plan on having the calendar or Family pages up this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving for Cleveland on Tuesday. I may be able to get some work done on my laptop while I'm up there, but I can't guarantee anything. I have to "steal" wireless while I'm at Kim's grandmother's house or spend a few hours at the library to have any Internet access when I'm up there, so I may end up just waiting to finish up anything I don't get to this weekend sometime after July 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another Cleveland note, I'm going to my first live show in over a year. Built To Spill just happen to be playing at The Grog Shop in Cleveland on July 2, which is smack dab in the middle of our stay in Cleveland. It's the same day as the wedding we're up there for, but the wedding starts at 11 a.m. and the show is at 7 p.m. I've already gotten permission from Kim to take a break from being Mr. Daddy for the evening, and I've already bought my tickets to be Mr. Rock-N-Roller for the night. &lt;a href="http://www.builttospill.com/"&gt;Built to Spill&lt;/a&gt; are incredible, by the way. This is my 5th or 6th time going to one of their shows. They're incredible live. I think the last show I went to was either the 2005 Built to Spill show in Atlanta or The Pixies at The Fox in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatherhood didn't turn me into a dud. I turned me into a dud, apparently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281585111248095079-7260035798728899952?l=littlemanevan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/feeds/7260035798728899952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281585111248095079&amp;postID=7260035798728899952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7260035798728899952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281585111248095079/posts/default/7260035798728899952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemanevan.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-were-running-kind-of.html' title='And we&apos;re running (Kind Of)'/><author><name>Jacob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281585111248095079.post-529196328467653006</id><published>2007-06-23T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T17:07:52.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>We're still getting the kinks worked out in the site, so if you find any problems, please e-mail us (our e-mails are at the bottom of the page). 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