11 weeks

Hello everyone!
Ethan is starting to become a strange morphing of all his cousins. Some days he looks like Eli. Some days its Garrett. I caught a glimpse of Sarah's eyes the other day... and in the dining room light, he has Sue's red hair. He definately belongs to us.

We're making some changes in daycare. My mama instinct jumped in, and I had to listen.

Ethan will talk and talk and sing to anyone who will listen. He and Shaun have conversations, they sing along to the radio... its fun to watch.
His little legs are getting chubbier and chubbier... we're up another size in diapers. He's started to simply yell at us when we're not paying enough attention to him. And it seems to be workin for him. We jump up and run over when he does it... suckas!


The ultimate, amazing, super-duper new trick; however, is SLEEPING. THROUGH. THE. NIGHT. IN. HIS. OWN. BED. Yeah... amazing what a night of sleep can do for a weary mama. If I time it just right, I'll be asleep from 11-6 tonight. I'm so happy.

He's growing more orangatan?, orangatang? uh.rang.a.tang? big monkey hair on top. Its all whispy and blows in the breeze. I could cut it off, but I like it.

So... all is well in Fayetteville. We've packed up a box of outgrown clothes for our new cousin. I will not mention her sweet name in case it has not been cleared for public knowledge. We've got diapers and onesies and pjs galore that I thought he wouldn't grow into.

I met a 4-week old baby the other day and I did the thing that I said I would never do. I said the "Oh wow! I can't remember Ethan being that small." I said it. I did. What a dork. I said I'd never say it.

SURVIVOR COMES ON TONIGHT! Must prepare. Love love,
Ethan, Erin, and Shaun