The Joy of Bagels

Despite Evan's complex and often strife-ridden relationship with "chunky" foods, he is starting to eat more and more things and has realized that he likes bagels. What's not to love - part yummy snack and part fun toy to bang on the high chair tray! We hope you enjoy the following photo essay entitled "Evan Eats a Bagel"

Not your average Sunday (aka first haircut)

It all seemed like an average Sunday . . . we went to church, I hung out with my friends in the nursery, then came home to a big lunch and a good nap. After I woke up, I was happily watching some Nascar and cheering for my favorite driver Carl Edwards.


Then Mom noticed that I had funny bed hair and that it kind of looked like a rat tail, which apparently she found to be a bit disturbing.


I said "No way, that's just how all the infants are wearing their hair these days, you should know that Mom."


But, she didn't believe me. So, ugh . . . first haircut. I squirmed a lot, but didn't cry, and it was all over in about 2 minutes. I think she did okay. What do you think?

The Perfect Storm

For those of you who don't live in Boston, we have had a very very snowy winter. And, just as we were starting to think that spring was on the way, we got a foot of new snow last night. To add to the fun, we woke up and thought "hmmm . . . it seems a bit cold in the house." Lo and behold, our heat had stopped working. Fortunately, our apartment is surprisingly well insulated and it only dropped to 60, so Evan still slept in fine, and just needed a little extra bundling up to keep him happy.



Day care was closed, which would normally mean party time with Evan all day, but Jen's boss apparently admires the postal service because rain or shine, sleet or snow emergency, they have a meeting at 9am Monday morning. John stayed home in the morning and got the heat fixed. Jen came home for the afternoon shift and her and Evan got the car all shoveled out . . . boy was it fortunate that Grandma got Evan a shovel for Christmas :) Just kidding!!! Evan was happily napping through the whole shoveling experience. Next year, though . . .

More Christmas

My Christmas, Part II by Evan Heemstra

I think that my parents are a bit confused (but what else is new?) because we just celebrated Christmas . . . again . . . in February! But hey, I'm not complaining. This time we took an airplane to go to my Grandma's house in Arizona. The weather was great, and I enjoyed getting to stay in my pajamas until 10am.

Uncle Jeff came over to open presents and we hung out for a while. I haven't seen him since I was 3 months old, so he was very impressed with all of my new tricks.


There were presents under the tree again, but as you can see, my favorite part was the ribbon.


Grandma brought out a box of my Mom's old yearbooks. Boy, did that make me laugh! Even a 10 month old can tell you that it's not okay to wear hot pink socks with high top sneakers.


I got some fun new clothes and books, but was strangely most entertained by this water jug.


I feel really lucky that I don't just get one Christmas, but two! I had a fun time getting to play with Grandma and go for walks in the desert, and I can't wait to go back!

Climber in training?

I've been meaning to post this for a couple of weeks now, but Evan has mastered the sit-start VO boulder problem that is the gate to his playroom. He did this the first time while we were eating dinner, which brought many cheers and clapping. He is still quite entertained by watching our reaction every time he pulls himself up (sometimes I think that we exist for the sole purpose of his entertainment). He is now starting to try to step up onto the bottom bar of the gate. I fear that he will figure out the high-step onto the big square plastic piece and within a year or so will be climbing right over the gate. The upside to all of this is that once he hits that point, he'll be ready for Mommy to take him to the climbing gym!!!

Snow Day!

With a foot of fresh snow on the ground and the day off work (well, our labs aren't technically closed for the holiday, but any day that day care is closed becomes a day off by proxy . . . sweet), we decided to get some fresh air and go for a hike. Evan was very interested in why the park looked so different from normal, but then sleepiness got the better of him and he took a good nap during the second half of the walk.



Also, my project for the day was to convert our foyer room into a playroom for Evan so he can crawl and roll around in there while we get ready in the morning. So far, it seems to be a hit with Evan. Not so much with Nicky, who is afraid to walk through the gates, afraid to walk on the playmat surface, and completely freaked out by the fact that the gates are sometimes closed. Maybe it will be better tomorrow after he has the day to do recon while we're gone.

Christmas (a little late)

My Christmas by Evan Heemstra

Sorry this is a little late - my parents somehow thought it was a good idea to leave Grandma's house and sit in the car for 18 hours. I am just now recovering. Anyhow, my friends at day care told me about Christmas, but they must not be Heemstras, because it was nothing like what they described. First we had a Christmas Eve party. It was really loud, and there were lots of people all wearing silly hats. They even put some reindeer antlers on me. I did get to sit in Santa's lap and get a present, which was fun.


Before Santa left, we all sang "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer." Again, loud . . . but fun.


Then, on Christmas day, we had Feliz Navidad. Somehow a sombrero ended up on my head. Mom and Dad ate enchiladas, then took part in a handbell competition. It was really fun, but sometimes I wonder about this crazy family I was born into.


It's a good thing I had my cousin Colin there for moral support.


Oh, and they tried to start giving me table food. YUCK!!! As you can see, they were too busy taking pictures to remove the offending piece of banana from my mouth.


But, then I got to bounce in my jumper and play with my new sandbox bucket, and all was well again.


All in all, I had a lot of fun (except for the whole banana incident). I hope you had a wonderful Christmas (or Feliz Navidad) as well!

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