Nathan Wilmer & Evan Michael Heins

Evan is most definitely his mother’s son. He looks like his Uncle Boo.

I would like to start out this story by saying to Aunt Sami that she need not worry, her nephew has not been permanently scarred, but she is still not allowed to let Nate jump on the bed without a second adult supervising.

There’s nothing quite like the gut-wrenching cry of your baby when they are hurt. And I fully anticipated to have a major wound prior to this. Nate is a boy, through and though. I expected worse. But I wasnt really prepared for this.

As most everyone knows, I have been very busy the past…two months now, I guess. Between baking and getting ready for Christmas, I have been able to visit with my grandmother while she was here to celebrate some important birthdays (Uncle Rob, Uncle Scott, I’m looking at you two). We were lucky enough that she was able to stay through Christmas.

Both her great grandbabies love their G.G. Evan always has a smile for her and loved getting to cuddle.

I think the picture speaks for itself.

Why yes, I am one of those moms…why do you ask?

Evan isnt a small baby. He comes by the nickname Tank honestly because he can pack away the formula when he wants to. My mother is convinced that he absolutely needs cereal NOW. I think he is plenty happy with just formula, and I dont really mind feeding him every two hours when he needs it.

But ultimately its up to him. I present this picture. You be the judge of what Evan thinks of cereal.

At some point in the future their spouses will thank me.

This year, we went with a theme. A cowboy and his animals. Since the ever-faithful cow passed out before trick-or-treating had begun, Nate had to make do with his horse for company.

So I woke up on Halloween morning and there it was, snow. And LOTS of it.

Of course, the minute Nate woke up, he was hellbent on getting out in the snow. We held him off until eleven and then dug out the snow gear. Since I hadnt had a chance to get his snowsuit yet (something I have since rectified), we stuck him in his fall gear, a toque, mittens and hoped for the best.