Cereal - Life
Vegetable - pickles
Fruit - apple
Drink - almond milk
Toy - Dinosaur Train
Show - Dinosaur Train
Game - puzzles
Book - Cars
Restaurant - McDonalds
Holiday - Halloween
Animal - flamingo
Way to spend time - with people
Friend - Quetzal Sol
If you could change your name, what would you choose?
whiney pants
What do you love about each person in our family?
Daddy - He tickles me
Mommy - She tickles me
Noelle - tickling me (can you tell he was being silly?)
Mason - gets on me and tickles me
Where would you like to go on vacation this year?
Nana and Papa's
What was your favorite thing we did last year?
Played in the backyard
Evan turned 3 in October, and has validated my feeling that 3 is harder than 2. He is extremely energetic, has a hard time focusing and listening, loves to be a daredevil, and changes his mind constantly when you ask him a question. I try to find anything he can help me do that won't drive me totally nuts, because he needs to be active or I'm in trouble. He is slowly starting to reject his nap, and I am really not looking forward to that. I got a whole year more out of him than I did Noelle, though!
Evan goes to school 2 days a week and has a great time there. He really is a smart and sweet little boy. It's hard to get too upset with him when he's being mischievous, because he is just so cute about it most of the time. He isn't trying to be defiant or "bad" usually, he is just all over the place having fun. He is learning to be a good big brother. He often gives Mason toys when he is sad or sings him a song. That is, when he isn't tackling him.
At 15 months, Evan is 27 lbs and 32.5 inches tall. Both are 80th percentile, which doesn't concern me but will be something I keep my eye on as he had been closer to 95th. His appetite has been down for so long due to ear infections, teething, and increasing pickyness, that I'm not really surprised he isn't gaining a ton of weight. Of course there's also the fact that he's a big walker now and burning off the few calories he's eating!
7. He loves to scrunch up his face and squeeze his hands together (see picture) real tight, then let go and laugh. Andy calls it his first joke. 
**Editors note: I was beginning to think Evan might be in college by the time I got this posted, the internet and our blog were both working against me. It's been 2 days.
39 months old, and Noelle has finally had a haircut! She has grown increasingly more resistant to me doing anything to her hair, sometimes even refusing to let me put one single solitary hairclip in to hold her hair out of her face. Even while eating cereal and having to hold it back with her hand so as not to coat her hair in milk, she says no thanks to a hairclip. She often starts to cry at the mere sight of a brush (and my mom is thinking "haha! you got one just like you!). I told her again last night that unless she started allowing me to at least brush her hair regularly, I was going to have to cut it. So, she said "cut it right now." I gave her a bath first, then got out our haircutting scissors and chopped off about 2 inches. Easier said than done to cut a straight line on a moving target, but I think I did a pretty good job!











