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Ever since we went to "train central," AKA Gardner, KS, Evan has been really into trains. He carries around a toy train, loves to point out the Metro trains as they pass, loves to climb on the caboose at the farmers market. So it comes as no surprise the utter glee that came to his face when he saw the elevated subway trains passing by Yankee Stadium. Yes, this was the picture we finally took of his face after the FIFTH train passed by, still just as excited as when the first one passed. By the way, the subject line is not a typo, that's just Evan-ese for "train."

I haven't had the chance to update on the fun things that Evan is doing. Maybe that's because he constantly attacks you by throwing rocks, or headbutting your thighs, or worse yet, biting. But he does have his cute moments. We're not entirely sure where he got it from (maybe Discovery Channel's "Ready Set Learn"?), but his favorite thing now is to warn you when he's about to attack:
"Ready? Go? Set!"

I remember, after Evan was just born, watching our neighbor toddler Henry, who was then about as old as Evan is now, and thinking, "That's a scary preview of what Evan will be like in a year or so." And sure enough, everything prophesied is coming true.
The climbing on everything: The other day Lisa was vacuuming the dining room and moved the chairs into the kitchen, and was a little slow moving them back. Evan, in the meantime, climbed up one of the chairs, pulled open the oven door (much like he does with the play kitchen), and climbed on top of the stove and was pressing all the buttons, including self clean (aka really freaking hot oven!).
The escape artist: Yesterday, I was pulling weeds in the front yard, and Ellie was helping me scour the lawn for the occasional dandelion. One minute, Evan was pressing the horn on the toy car, and the next, he was halfway down the sidewalk (not the street, thankfully!) to the house next door.
And pretty much all you can say is, "Oh, boy!"

As previously promised, some pictures of our climbing boy.

Climbing up on a chair so that he can reach and play with the deadbolt. The irony being that I used to love to play with locks myself, just like him.

Little devil.

An ingenious little devil though. Notice how the dishwasher door is open so that he can use it as a step up to the top.

Proud as can be. We're not so brave (or stupid) as to let him climb up on top of the fridge though.

Evan is babbling away these days. He really thinks he's saying something, as he looks at you expectantly after finishing a "sentence." About the only things we can understand him saying are "Mama" and "Dada." And yet, these do not mean what you think they are. Just now after dinner, Evan was reaching for his sweet potato puffs, saying "Mama, mama, mama." Interpretation: "I want, I want, I want." Then, he pulled down the plastic bins in which we store toys, climbed up on one and said, "Dada, dada, dada." Interpretation: "I'm doing something dangerous! Look at me!"
Then he fell off, and cried. No interpretation necessary.