Silly Kid

I think Evrett is our silliest kid yet. He loves to laugh and have a good time. The other day he asked me to take his picture and as I was getting the camera he got ready to pose by pulling his pajama pants way up high and sticking his finger in his nose. After I took the picture he just laughed and laughed at how funny he is.


Whenever we go outside and it's windy he panics and runs to me saying "I'm going to blow away mom! SAVE ME!"

He likes to tackle Brannon, stick his feet in his face and say "Smell my feet Brannon!"

Then one day the boys were bored and built a slide out of our folding table, which was cool! Until Evrett took his turn...AHHH!!!


He actually took quite well to the whole potty thing. He has only had a couple accidents One was with Ben at Walmart. Afterwards I couldn't figure out why Ben was so grumpy so I asked him what was wrong. He looked as if something HORRIBLE had happened and said Evrett peed his pants at the store and...gasp...Ben had to pick him up with wet pants! Totally ruined his whole afternoon :) On the outside I showed real empathy for such a disaster but on the inside I was cracking up because 1. for the past month he has been on trama and {literally} been up to his elbows in other peoples' blood and crap but his own sons pee it just too much and 2. thinking of all the times I've had our kids bodily fluids on me...so many that it doesn't even phase me anymore. However the other peoples' blood does really get to me and I won't go near him when he comes home until he has changed his clothes (which usually don't have blood on them b/c they were gowns) and we even had to throw out his Asics shoes b/c of it

He has also become quite the chatter box and LOVES to talk. But also loves to direct the conversation. He gets mad at me often for not responding to him with the right words. He HATES when I say "uh huh" or "yep" or "yes" or "yeah" He wants to me respond in complete sentences..."Yes, Evrett you are right. That toy is a dinosaur" Sometimes it drives me crazy.

For the last couple weeks we've been planning Colin's birthday party AND we've had 3 other parties to go to. So parties are really on Evrett's brain right now. Everytime he sees something he wants he says "Ok mom. I want dat at my burfday party." So far he is having an "Obi-Wan Kenobi, Thomas Train, Bob the builder, Wizard, popcorn, juicebox, HOT DOG Party" He is a funny funny kid.

His silliness must wear him out b/c he is still a good sleeper!


He shares his food with Toby Dog.


For a few weeks he insisted on wearing this silky b-ball jersey (that aunt ica bought Colin years ago) under all his clothes. One {very cold!} day we were shopping and he got HOT in all his layers. So while everyone else had on sweaters and coats he was in his sleeveless jersey eating sherbet.