Thursday, June 28

Tagged by Charlie's Mommy



Charlie's Mommy (Emily) tagged me, so here goes...

1. What were you doing 1 year ago?

Kicking, stretching, swimming in amniotic fluid... Ah! Those were the days!

2. Five snacks you enjoy.

Yogurt, string cheese, Ritz crackers, cinnamon swirl toast, and Cheerios!

3. Five bad habits.

Picking my nose, pulling my hair (why does that hurt so much?), temper tantrums, spitting at strangers, and pulling the big brown puppy's ears

4. Five things you like doing.

Streaking through my room, swimming at the pool, playing drums, feeding the puppies my food when my parents aren't looking, reading the newspaper

Saturday, June 23

Pip Squeak

Update from Mommy:

Several weekends ago, we purchased Ethan some squeaker shoes (Wee Squeak) which supposedly encourages infants to walk heel to toe by squeaking (like a dog toy) everytime they step correctly. I guess this is a way to rally against toe-walking. Ethan loves them! He's not walking independently yet, but he is pushing his little car around squeaking with almost every step... squeak, squeak, squeak!



Ethan also started daycare 2 weeks ago since his Daddy is starting medical school in a month. It has been really tough. The first week he cried hysterically to the point that his sweet little voice is now raspy and hoarse. Poor thing. Anyway, the second week went much better with Ethan taking 2 1/2 hour naps, making new friends, and eating all sorts of new table foods (okay, so he stole the food from some of the other kids--hey, if it hits the floor, it's free game!).

We also gained a red wagon with a pretty significant story behind it. Probably about 8+ years ago, my grandfather (great-Raddy) purchased a couple of red wagons. One was for my nephew, who was about 3 or 4 years old at the time, and the other wagon was saved in a storage shed with the intention that my grandfather was going to lovingly bestow this precious red wagon for his next great-grandchild. Believe it or not, Ethan just so happens to be that next great-grandchild. Unfortunately, my grandfather never had the opportunity to meet Ethan because he lost his battle with cancer 5 days after Ethan was born. But, the red wagon was not forgotten. It was pulled from the storage shed, still housed in its box, BUT the paint was peeling off. So, my dad (Raddy) took it home with him, stripped it, repainted it, sealed it to prevent rust, and brought it to us for baby Ethan to enjoy. So now we haul Ethan up and down the sidewalks singing, "Riding along in my little red wagon...Riding along in my little red wagon..."



And finally, this is the latest breaking news... Ethan is saying "Uh oh"...
Alright, so maybe it's more like "ah oh" but it's purposeful vocalization instead of babble and squealing! Yay!!!!
But he still doesn't have any teeth... what's up with that?

Sunday, June 17

To my Daddy on Father's Day

Roses are red
Violets are blue
You're the best Daddy ever!
And I love you!


"Daddy, what are those? Teeth?"


Helping repair the dock


Pulling me along in my little red wagon

Happy Father's Day to my Daddy, Raddy and Papa!

Tuesday, June 5

Mid-Morning Flight



"Kick & pull and to & fro
It won't get me anywhere or tell me what I need to know
But pump your feet and hold on tight
It's a beautiful day for a mid-morning flight

Swinging, I'm swinging, I'm swinging so high
Swinging is not such a hard thing to try
Swinging, I'm swinging, I'm swinging it's true
And I'll keep swinging as long as I'm swinging with you"
-Tara Scheyer from her album HiFi Felix




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