Feeding the Dog

Peekay is a pretty food-motivated dog, so we encourage Evan to give her treats to promote good will between them, a practice he is completely willing to participate in. In fact, it's oen of his favorite games:

Puppy Torture

In addition to dropping for for Peekay Evan is also learning to pretend to drop food:

I don't think the dog sees the humor in this new behavior, but Evan does.

More

Evan is starting to drop some of his sign language in favor of just saying words, such as "more":

As you can see, he's also taking to dropping food for the dog. We've got mixed feelings about that.

Walking

I think I've mentioned before that Evan has started to walk, but we've been having trouble catching it on video -- by the time we grab the camera he's usually gone. We finally got one that's worth sharing, though:

He's mostly walking with his alligators here, but as you can see he doesn't need them for support anymore, he just loves the sound.

Getting Bigger

As kids are want to do, Evan has been growing by leaps and bounds. He's tall enough that he can reach tings off the kitchen table now:



So much fun!

Absentee Blogger

This was originally posted 10/3/08 but I changed the date so it would appear inline with the backlogged posts I've finally got around to writing.

It took two months of inactivity, but the questions about what's going on with this blog have started to roll in. So, what's the story, you ask? I'm afraid it's not that interesting, but my home computer time has been consumed by another child-documentation project for the last few months and I've let the blog lapse in the meantime. I think I'm within a few weeks of finishing my other project, though, and then I can get to back-filling the 20 or more posts that have been queueing up while I've been delinquent.

Obviously, just because I've stopped writing about it does not mean Evan has stopped growing and developing. Evan is walking (almost running) all over the place, he can say several words and can often get his point across even when he can't say the words, he has gone totally truck-crazy, he can eat a bowl of cereal on his own using a baby spoon or a grownup spoon (and the majority of it even goes in his mouth!), Steph and I have gone away for the night a couple of times in the past month and he's done fine with that, and just yesterday he climbed up his little baby slide and went down it all by himself. Those are some of the milestones I'll be writing about... someday soon.

To tide you over in the interim here are a semi-random selection of photos from the past two months:

Beach Day

Steph's class at Cabrillo College is over, but she went back to Santa Cruz today to have lunch with some of the other instructors and see what the students in the next session of classes are working on. She also took the opportunity to go to the beach with Evan in nearby Capitola. Here he is playing in the sand:

You may notice that he has one of his towelies with him, of course (the cloth diapers that are his security blanket)... you can't go anywhere without your towelie! Luckily we have a stack of them to rotate through -- as you might imagine, they can get a bit dirty.

Here's a little bit closer shot, just because:

After spending some time playing in the sand at Capitola Beach they went up the road a bit to Davenport to look for sea glass. As I've said before Evan loves to play in the water, so shortly after they got there he decided to wander down into the surf. He didn't go in very far, obviously, but it doesn't take much wave action and shifting sand underfoot to unbalance one with such a tenuous grasp of the mechanics of walking. Before long he was sitting on his butt in the wet sand (still wearing the outfit you see above), which is why the resourceful mom brings a spare outfit or two with her to the beach. That became even more important a moment later when a big (relatively speaking) wave came in, rapidly transitioning Evan from seated to prone, and partly dry to fully submerged!

Other than the initial shock of being tumbled by a wave he handled it pretty well (he doesn't mind getting his face a bit wet in the pool or the bath), but Steph quickly bundled him off to get dry and change into some fresh clothes. We'll see if he's any more cautious the next time we go to the beach (I'm going to guess not).

Meeting the Inlaws

Steph has been teaching a class at Cabrillo College in Santa Cruz this past week and next, so my mom is staying with us to take care of Evan while Steph is gone all day. Obviously I don't get to see Evan for most of the day since I'm at work, but for Steph this is a new experience and it's been a bit of an adjustment. Fortunately Evan has adapted just fine -- if he was having any problems spending the day with Grandma I'm sure Steph would be pretty much a wreck.

On top of that he's been running a fever the last few days because of his most recent vaccinations (he seems to be having a reaction to the measles/mumps/rubella shot, which is pretty common). It's made him a bit clingy, and in some ways that's kind of nice. He even fell asleep in my mom's lap a few days ago, which he hasn't been willing to do in months! So Steph feels like she's missing out on some bonus snuggly baby time in addition to the day-to-day interactions she's used to. The class has been going very well, though, and she's enjoying being around other arty types, so her sacrifice is resulting in some benefit.

Anyway, that's not really what I was planning on talking about. Since my mom is staying with us for two weeks my dad came out for the weekend after a conference, and since this was going to be the only time they'd be in California before my sister Hallie's wedding in September they took the opportunity to meet Hallie's fiancé Mark's parents for the first time. We all went to Chouinard Winery, where the wedding will be held, for a picnic and some swing dancing at a Music in the Vineyards event. It was unseasonably cold that evening, so Steph and Evan had to do some dancing to keep warm:

Unfortunately Steph and I didn't get to dance very much, as we had to take turns following Evan around and keeping him out from under peoples' feet and tables. (Have I mentioned that Evan is a walker now? He's been motoring around for the last week or two... we haven't caught it on camera yet because we've been too busy chasing him down.) He also made a new friend:

Mary & Fionn's Wedding

Mary and Fionn had their wedding at a small church/community center the afternoon of the 4th of July, with the reception both before and after on the surrounding grounds. It was a very pretty setting, with lots of nice clover in the grass for Evan to pick:

This picture shows the actual reception layout a little better, and I also thought it was a great picture of Steph:

The church grounds were bordered by a few open fields that hadn't been cut yet this season, and as the sun moved lower in the sky the lighting on those fields became quite stunning. It was the kind of setting that's tailor-made for a photographer -- fortunately there was one on hand:

The lighting didn't just make the field look good... we also got a pretty nice picture of our little family:

Alpaca Farm

For the 4th of July weekend we flew up to Seattle to attend our friend Mary's wedding (you may remember Mary from our trip to New York last Thanksgiving) on Vashon Island. Vashon is one of the islands in Puget Sound, but despite its size and proximity to Seattle (the ferry ride is only 10 or 15 minutes) it's fairly rural and sparsely populated due to a lack of resources, namely drinking water. Seeing as how it's the Pacific Northwest there's no shortage of water falling from the sky, though, so the landscape is positively verdant. This combination of a beautiful setting and a lack of development means pretty much all of the accommodations on the island are bed & breakfasts, such as log cabins at alpaca farms.

That's right, alpaca farms. It seems there are a couple of alpaca farms on the island, and in my search for a place for us to stay for the weekend I came upon one, Winterbrook Farm, that rents out a house on the grounds as a B&B. So far Evan has been interested in any and all kinds of animals, so why not alpacas? And when else were we going to get the chance to stay on an alpaca farm? Once we knew it was an option we really had no other choice.

Here are Steph & Evan in front of our weekend abode:

You may notice there aren't any alpacas in that picture. Had we been there shopping for alpacas (or if we already owned any that were boarding there) they would have placed the merchandise within the enclosure around the cabin so we could get to know them better. One cantankerous dog around the house is enough for us right now, though, so we just admired the alpacas from a distance. It turns out that unless they know you very well or, even better, you come bearing food they're not really interested in being social. None of them ever came that much closer than the few you can see in the background here:

Still, we spent each morning walking around the grounds and checking things out. Evan is very used to his morning routine which normally includes a dog walk before breakfast, so we figured this was the next best thing. One benefit of not having a dog to walk was that we could set a baby-friendly pace so he could actually walk (holding onto a finger) instead of just rolling along in his stroller. And one benefit of actually walking is that you can stop and pick up stuff on the ground, such as interesting rocks:

There was one downside to staying in our quaint little log cabin, though: the constant threat of imminent child death. Had we paid more attention to the stationery we might have noticed the byline "Log Cabin at Winterbrook Farm: Baby Death Trap". Of course, there aren't many bed & breakfasts that market themselves as child friendly. Still, nothing says "Don't you want to climb up several feet in the air and then fall through the practically-nonexistent railing or just tumble backwards (your choice) to crack your head open on the floor?" like a rickety spiral staircase:

It actually wasn't that big of a problem -- we just had to be a little extra vigilant -- but it's fun to complain about. Overall we had a very nice weekend with the alpacas.