We headed to the Renaissance Fest with my dear friend, Heather, back in September. It was a beautiful day and we had a blast!
In a moment of extreme weakness, I bought Evan a wooden sword. What was I thinking? That was so unlike me, but he has been really gentle with it...with the exception of the first few minutes when he showed me his "moves."
When we got home we made a crown out of pipe cleaners and Evan went on an expidition. He drew out a treasure map and packed his backpack full of treasure hunting items (like a magic wand and "nocculars.")
Evan-isms
October 4 (VERBATIM):
Me: "Wanna go for a walk?"
Evan: "Actually, that would be a good idea. I need to get my blood pressure up. My blood pressure pumps my blood into my lungs and I need some more of that today.
October 18:
Evan: "Wow, mom. You are getting really OLD."
Me: "Yep, well, each year we all get a little older."
Evan: "No, mom. I mean you are REALLY getting old. Even your feet are all wrinkly like a grandma's."
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