March Madness

posted by Evan Jake at 9:23 PM

Daddy is about to go into hibernation on the couch for the spring and summer months. That's because baseball season is here. I tried to convince Daddy that college basketball is the way to go (and the tournament only lasts a couple weeks). That's me in the picture throwing down the rock. Daddy tries to play me at one-on-one, but can't defend me in the paint and has no perimeter range.

But ultimately, Daddy is a baseball fan through-and-through. I guess if I want to spend any time with him over the next six months, I'll have to start liking baseball too. Either that or get my own remote control and take over the TV. For Mommy's sake, I hope that my little sister arrives on an off-day.

~:O

Voila, Pastels!

posted by Evan Jake at 6:42 PM

Remember when I got moved into my very own safari-theme room? I thought Mommy and Daddy were going to hang velvet ropes across the doorway of my old room, consecrating it as a museum celebrating the early years of Evan Jake. Turns out, they had designs on that room all along. It was going to be my little sister's room!

This weekend Daddy finally got his act together and painted it in anticipation of my sister's arrival. At last, I think he realized that Mommy wasn't going to waddle in there, climb up a ladder, suck in some paint fumes and do it herself. So he was going to have to do the painting. Or Mommy was going to really let him have it. I guess Daddies just don't have that nesting instinct the way that Mommies when they enter the last trimester.

By the way, how many of these trimesters are there? I hope there are a lot more because I'm not quite ready to meet this little sister just yet. There's been so much hype already, I think I'm just going to be let down in a very big way. But I digress.

It looks like Daddy did a pretty nice job painting the room without spilling too much paint on himself or the carpet. And Mommy did a beautiful job stitching up some curtains. But yuk -- those colors! All that pale yellow, pink and green. What a travesty. I can't believe what they did to my old room!

All those frilly colors in her room do not bode well. Apparently, Mommy is working on some pink slip covers for that rocking chair because heaven forbid the little princess is seen sitting in a blue rocking chair.

I'll be sticking to shades of grass stain and mud pie, thank you very much.

~:O

Rasch, Rasch, Raise the Roof!

posted by Evan Jake at 4:36 PM

On Friday we celebrated Purim at my day care school. All of us kids were made to dress up and march around the building holding onto a rope. I dunno, kids in awkwardly fitting costumes, running around, tugging on a tangled rope -- it all didn't seem very safe. But I came out unscathed. Daddy even showed up at my school for once, but only to take some embarrassing photos of me.

That's me in the picture in the monkey costume. Some of you may recognize this monkey costume as the one I reluctantly donned for Halloween. I was equally resistant to wearing the costume again for Purim. At least on halloween I got to eat lots and lots of candy. For Purim, all we got were these triangle-shaped cookies called Hamantaschen. Some had cherry filling and some had chocolate chips in the middle. But none of them had chewy nougat or caramel inside like that yummy Halloween candy. Heck, Easter candy is better than these things. That's me in the second picture trying to convince Mommy to take one of those Hamantaschen off my hands. C'mon Mommy, all the other kids are doin' it!

After the Purim parade, we all sat around and sang songs. And they handed out noisemakers -- or "groggers" as they're known in Hebrew. Only they ran out of "groggers" and I didn't get one. I'm usually a pretty good noisemaker all on my own, but I would have liked a little extra help to really join into the din of Purim. Instead I got some stupid bells to shake. Whoopie doo.

I guess as far as all the holidays go, Purim isn't so bad. It certainly made a regular Friday a little more fun. And it got Daddy off his tushy to come down and spend some time with us.

So until next year:

Hava nar'isha rasch, rasch, rasch!
Raise the roof and make some noise!

~:O

Pudding!

posted by Evan Jake at 6:40 PM

One of my favorite activities these days is cooking. Hey, somebody's got to do it around here and I don't see Daddy stepping it up any time soon. I mean, how many microwaved hot dogs and M&Ms is a child supposed to eat? Answer me that, Daddy.

I like helping Mommy bake cookies, cupcakes and muffins. My favorite part of the baking is the mixing. Oh, wait, my favorite part is getting to eat them after they're done.

Tonight I got to cook pudding! I know, making pudding isn't technically "cooking" since the most difficult part seems to be getting the box open. I got to mix the pudding in the bowl and then we put it in the fridge to cool for a half hour. I have to say, that was the worst half hour of my life. I wanted that chocolate pudding so bad! Combine my lack of an afternoon nap with a major jonesing for pudding and I was one cranky toddler.

When we finally got to eat the pudding, Daddy complained that my specially-made pudding had lots of lumps in it. Well, if he doesn't like it, Daddy can make his own darned pudding. My arms are little and you'll have to excuse me if my mixing skills aren't quite up to speed.

Anyway, that's me in the pictures mixing the pudding and then getting to eat it. I promise you, despite how my face looks in that second photo, most of the pudding did make it into my belly.

~:O

Baby Savings Time

posted by Evan Jake at 7:51 PM

Okay, it's been several days now since this whole daylight savings time thing started, and I'm still all messed up. What the heck is this? Suddenly I have to go to bed an hour earlier, but it's actually an hour later. Can someone please explain that to me?

On Sunday morning I saw Daddy walking around the house resetting all of the clocks. Was this just an experiment to see if I would notice? Was it a trick to get me to nap for an extra hour? Whatever the deal is, I'm still pretty cranky about the whole thing. And it's not getting any easier to get to bed at 8:30, 7:30, 6:30 or whenever.

I think this whole daylight savings thing is just a cruel fate for already exhausted babies and their Mommies and Daddies.

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Play It Again, Evan Jake

posted by Evan Jake at 6:57 PM

I seem to be getting over my case of the croup. I finished up my course of steroids and I feel ready for Spring Training. But while I finish up my recovery, I hope you enjoy this little video of me singing -- albeit a bit hoarse -- at the piano. I know I'm no "Hey-Jude Baby", but I think my singing and playing is still better than my Daddy's.



~:O