Evan and His Grandpa Newhall

This past week Evan and I both succumbed to a nasty cold and sore throat. Thursday we were on the mend, but there was still some remaining remnants. While standing in my parents’ driveway Thursday morning, I was holding Evan and he watched me spit out some of those remaining remnants (I know. Gross. But the story’s worth it). Evan immediately started trying to spit too. He leaned over out of my arms and sounded like he was blowing a raspberry, but he just couldn’t get the hang of it. I eventually spit again, and he practiced again, but with no success. Grandpa Newhall grabbed him to give him a good-bye kiss, I spit again, and Evan perfected his spit. Right onto his Grandpa Newhall. Now my dad’s threatening revenge by teaching Evan the “Farmer’s Blow.”

Evan and his Grandpa Newhall are inseparable when we’re up at the ranch. Sunday night, after a day of 90 degree weather, my dad put Evan in his new pool – fully clothed, diaper and all. When Evan tired of his pool, my dad pulled him out, undressed him, wrapped him in a towel, and gave him a big hug. See that laugh? That’s my dad’s reaction to Evan peeing on him.