Not much to say... we're generally overwhelmed with all the new toys. He likes to play all by himself in his room (with Zoe to boss around), thinks he can play Jingle Bells, and since I know you all missed out on the Christmas Card Moon this year, I included the longer leaner version of the cutest buns on the planet! He does still like to ponder things in the nude. Happy new year! E

Mama got a new camera!! It was about time. Luckily, my elf gave it to me early enough to get all our holiday pics. This must be what Hanukkah is like. We've been amongst shiny paper and bows since the 19th. Shalom! We've seen cousin after cousin, gotten in touch with ALL our roots, and we're back home to welcome Santa's gifts. You should hear Ethan's version of Frosty the Reindeer. It's a mix of the obvious two with some happy birthday and Jesus thrown in there. Is this our third Christmas with child? I guess so. He lost his steam halfway through, had a cookie and cocoa break, then managed to get everything unwrapped. I have no idea what order these pics will post in, I'll do my best to keep them chronological.
















The turning point of his morning was when he discovered the football helmet. He's proclaimed himself "football helmet player" and when Rachel touched his jersey, he very calmly (perfect Mama mirror), with his pointer finger extended, said "put it down, Rachel." I apparently need to curb my pointing, as it is not becoming. Rachel and I always take an annual I can't believe we look this bad EVERY CHRISTMAS MORNING picture, so here's the 25th annual for prosperity's sake.

Ethan is out cold after his morning. Perhaps he'll sleep long enough to get the paper cleaned up. Merry Christmas Hannakuh Kwanza Ede. :) EO

Quote of the week. Everyone says I should write this stuff down so i can remember it. He opened ANOTHER christmas present, and discovered some new slippers... then he says, straight to my face, "oh (sigh), cozy toesies, I don't like them" and put them back in the bag. Nice.
This boy loves to help in the kitchen. We had a snow day on Saturday, so we baked and baked and baked and made Christmas treats. Ethan Wonka takes his ritz dipping very seriously, and says "don't touch it mama, MINE!"
I think we missed out opportunity on Christmas cards. Maybe I'll get some out by St. Patrick's.
:) E

"Look mama, a present!" he said as he brought me a newly unwrapped present from under the tree. Luckily, it wasn't anything I wasn't supposed to see. He's figured out that taped up shiny things yeild cool new toys.
We are definately seeing the Christmas season through new eyes. "I see christmas lights!" is screamed with joyous fervor, "I see a snowman frosty!" can make us turn the car around. We wave, we scream, we have become those people.
He thinks he's too big to sit in his chair at the table now, and prefers his meals "on da tool" at the counter.
Even if you tell grandparents not to buy things for birthdays, the show up with entire cooking sets and send tricycles. For real? They apparently have done this before, as he's either cooking or trying to ride "E-tan's mo-cycle Momo." Please note my ingenious pedal extenders... i ziptied his old crocs to some styrofoam... now he's got closer pedals with bike shoes attached. Now he can take four pushes forward, and four pushes back. I should market that and become rich.






I hear the Frosty song on XM radio.. a party I don't want to miss. See everyone soon! E

Nana says I was scrimpy on the pictures. Here's some more...

Welcome to two. He can be the sweetest boy... he's polite, charming, witty even... but he can also turn on that sad face whenever he needs it.


We had a great day. He sang happy birthday to himself all day, we went to the park, had cake,and opened lots of presents.
He finished off his evening with grape soup, pizza, and coffee at his new table with Nana. "Be careful" he says... "hot hot."

LOVES getting mail. Especially "Happy to you" mail. Today was Ethan's birthday party at school. We combo'd with Alex Myers, and got off cheap with cupcakes and drink boxes. Fantastic. I didn't have to host any toddlers in my home, and it was over quickly. The kids had a good time. He still thinks every day is his birthday, since we sing "happy to you cake birthday" pretty regularly at breakfast.








I know my bloggings are getting further and further apart, but I am a woman with a new business... I'm not jinxing anythig in print right now, but I'll let you know how TheraPlay Pediatrics is doing next week. Cross your fingers.

Back to our protagonist. He's figured out Christmas (Crikoo) lights, and says "mama, but i don't see 'em" when we go to school in the morning. He's so disappointed. Loves loves loves those big inflatable snowmen that people buy and anchor in their yards. I'm trying not to ever own one of those. I promise to give it away if anyone gets me one.
We'll have another happy to you cake on the real day, and hope that nothing will require an epidural.
Night night! E