Evan turned 9 months old on March 20th. I decided not to go to a photographer for it; he won't smile for them anyway. :-)
He can do lots of stuff now. He can feed himself (not yet with utensils), pull himself up, walk around along the furniture (they call that cruising), say, "Dah, dah, dah," and "Mah, mah, mah," when he's looking at each of us. He's been crawling for a while now, but he's gotten really fast. He forgets he can't quite walk yet though. He falls down and hurts himself because he'll let go of whatever he was holding on to. He'll be a walker soon though...hopefully without stitches. We had a few nice welts on Easter morning (no pictures of that).
Evan was ready for the Cubbies on TV tonight; too bad his bedtime was before the first pitch.
Evan had one of his last kitchen sink tubby times tonight; he's getting to be too big.
I like the look of, "Save me Mom," when Mike was putting jammies on E. We have to throw a leg over him these days because he hates putting on clothes (like most little boys). :-)
Dad and Evan played, "Let's Wear Hats," together and had fun.
Evan was pretty sick on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, so he was all about being held on Saturday morning. My mom held him, and then she kissed him and got her lipstick on his llittle face (that's what she's wiping off). It's just not as cool when the lipstick print is from a family member; sorry buddy.
