The Cutest Little Man... Ever

Chloe is sick (she finally caught Evan's cold), I have misplaced (I'm going to assume it is misplaced rather than go directly to the "lost" thought) the power cord to my video camera so I can't share with you the videos I planned to share, and there are yet again contractors swarming around my house trying to fix our air conditioner... again... so I'm starting out the weekend on a high note. In case anyone else is feeling the same way, I thought I'd share with you some photos of the cutest little man ever.


If you remember, before we purchased Evan his own little table and chairs, we ate every meal out on our screened in porch (and no, this house is not run by a child... and that's the story I'm sticking to). One morning a couple of weeks ago I had to take out the garbage at the last minute (stick with me, this story is going somewhere... it's like how my mom tells a story, you just have to have faith that everything will come together). And I'm not sure if you are aware of this or not but I look super sexy in the morning. Specifically my hair... which looks like I've spent weeks in the wilderness without shampoo or brush... I kid you not. So, I grabbed one of Brian's hats and brought beauty to my neighborhood with my broke down t-shirt and wild print pajama pants. When I came back in Evan saw I was wearing a hat (a word he knows) and got very excited.

He grabbed the hat and his breakfast and went outside to eat.  By the time I got out there to sit with him this is what I saw:

(For some reason this photo reminds me of The Godfather)

I swear he is the one who put the hat on his head.  All I did was tighten it so it would fit and then tuck away the long tab that was hitting him in the face.

I'm thinking he is either going to grow up to be an entertainer or be that annoying grown-up who goofs off at work and makes it difficult for other people to do their jobs.  I can't decide which one would be better.