In the past two days Baby Evan has learned to talk. Unfortunately, it’s not in any language I can understand. He really seems to get a kick out of it though. Exhibit A – playtime:

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Exhibit B – talking to his toys:

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Exhibit C – remarking on the deliciousness of his hand:

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Side note: I guess it’s time to start using the safety belt on that chair.*

*I’ve said this at least once a week for the last three months. I mean it this time.**

**No, really, I do.

Side note II: I really do have plenty of baby clothes, I swear. He’s just so much cuter and easier to clean when he’s naked.

Farmer’s Market! It’s held downtown at the boat launch/marina close enough that we can walk down in nice weather (walking home is much harder since it’s uphill). There’s a bigger, fancier market on Friday nights in the next town over but this one is perfectly fine for picking up salad ingredients or something to snack on.

*The last picture is of the mini-golf course that some teenagers vandalized by setting some of the buildings on fire. Now it’s in the process of being bulldozed and I want to kick those kids in the teeth. It was the ONE family-friendly thing to do outside.

**Truthfully, these are from last week. This week has been too tiring to do anything fun – unless you want to see pictures of us filling out tax forms from the town we used to live in or recycling cans at the Big Y to get the 5 cent deposits back.

Seeing as how it’s August, now is – according to the catalogs I’ve been getting in the mail – the perfect time to start thinking about Halloween costumes. As a child, we weren’t allowed to celebrate Halloween (The Devil’s Holiday tm Bebeh’s Grandma) but we did go to church “Harvest Festivals” that involved dressing in costumes and bobbing for apples and stuffing ourselves with candy in a totally Jesus approved way.

My mother is incredibly crafty and creative in exactly the ways I am not and made me and my siblings fantastic hand-sewn costumes every year. I was the envy of my cheap-store-bought-poorly-made-everyone-has-the-same-one costumed friends. Sadly, my sewing skills begin and end at making square pillows and reattaching buttons. But never fear, fellow non-crafty types, there’s a company that can help your child avoid the horrible fate of going as a ghost (sheet with eyeholes cut out) or a ninja (black pajamas with plastic sword) for the rest of their lives:

WARNING: DO NOT CLICK ON THIS LINK IF CHILDREN DRESSED AS ANIMALS IS TOO MUCH ADORABLENESS FOR YOUR CURRENT STATE OF MIND.

The most awesome Halloween costumes ever.

Baby Evan will be 6 months (but probably wearing 9 month clothes due to thigh chubbiness) in October, which makes him slightly too large for the swaddle costumes but still in the “can’t hold things in my hands in a reliable fashion” stage. I don’t know if we’re going to do any actual trick-or-treating (although, really, it would be fantastic for me – he can’t eat candy yet but who can resist a baby dressed as a dog?) but for the sake of my baby book we’re going to dress him up. Right now I am leaning towards buying this one for Baby Evan, although all of the baby costumes are cute. But that has a lot to do with the RIDICULOUS LEVELS OF ADORABLENESS in those baby models. RIDICULOUS.

p.s. In case you’ve satisfied your need for a small, helpless being with a dog instead of a baby you can play too!

For someone who doesn’t even eat solid food yet, Baby Evan sure has good taste in french fries.

I tried to take a picture of the fries next to the baby so I could caption it “the two most delicious things ever”  but every time they got near him he’s grab on and try to shove them in his mouth.
That’s how I feel when I don’t get Chick-fil-A too, baby.

Photos from the first meeting of my baby and my best friend’s baby, with narration.

Baby Evan: Mmmmm…this hand is delicious.
Baby Reid: OMG IS THAT GIANT GOING TO EAT ME???
Baby Evan: Oh hey, I didn’t see you there. Sup? I like your outfit, totally dig the whale.
Baby Reid: IT’S GOING TO EAAAAAAAT MEEEEE! MOM! HELP!
Baby Evan: Don’t cry dude, I promise I won’t eat you.
Baby Reid: Whew, I was worried. Nice to meet you. I would shake your hand but since I don’t quite have use of my own I’ll just punch you in the face instead.
Baby Evan: It’s cool, I totally remember what that was like.
Baby Evan: As a sign of friendship I will punch you back, in the leg.
Baby Reid: Whoa, you moved so fast you’re totally blurry. Take my advice, immobility is the way to go. Don’t let them trick you into doing stuff on your own – next thing you know they’ll expect you to wipe your own butt and it’s all down hill from there.
Baby Evan: Thanks for the advice man. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Baby Reid: Yes indeed. I am wise beyond my years month.
Baby Evan: MOOOOOM! I made a friend! He’s tiny and adorable and likes whales!
Baby Reid: Me too Mom! My friend is chubby and bald and looks like he’s going to be trouble. We’re gonna get along great!