I thought it was the terrible twos?! Here, at two years, 11 months, and almost 2 weeks we've seen the worst yet. In this week, Ethan has:
1. Missed play-rug at school for not listening
2. BEEN SENT TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE. They apparently "talked about ice cream... she likes banilla." I'm still following up on this one.
3. Lost all his football uniforms
4. Been sent to bed at 6:30

Don't get me wrong, we still like him most of the time, but FOR REAL... this is getting hard. I will now work through my parental hardships by naming one precious moment for every not so precious one:
1. Friday was farm day at school. He obviously dressed up, to the max. He was standing at the front door at 745, I was still in a towel. He said "Come on, Mama, Old McEthan needs to get to farm day."
2. He asked me, genuinely, how Santa was going to get in the house. I got to tell him.
3. He told me he was sorry for not listening.. without being told to tell me.
4. He giggled 'til he farted while he and Shaun were playing Crash-trucks-through- book-tunnels.

Ahhh. Cathartic.
I have heartburn.
9 weeks to go until we really get to test Ethan's psyche.
:) EBO

Ethan now splits his time evenly between being a Razorback and a Tiger. Shaun is taking it so well.

Ethan thinks I'm magical and can make anything happen, which is nice, and endearing, until I can't make something happen. We were in the Johnson City Hall the other day getting my business and sign permits for my NEW AWESOME CLINIC THAT WILL BE READY NEXT WEEK! and there was a Razorback rug. Here's how it went down as soon as we got home:
" Mom, I would like a Razorback rug."
" We'll ask Santa... you know you have an LSU Rug..."
" No, may you make me a rug, now."
"I can't make a rug, I'm not a weaver."
"You can do it mom, you can... may you make grass with a razorback. Just make a red head, and red mouth, and red nose, and white teeth. Then on the grass may you make white stripes that go down down down. You can do it mom."

So we made one out of paper. It has seemed to do the trick.

Ethan got a cool new big boy room, as his old room is now invaded with the crib. He talks himself into being ok with the big shadow guys on the wall. When he saw them for the first time he said " That's cool, that's cool.. I don't even have to be scared of them because they are just pretend guys in the paint... that's cool" and then promptly left the room. He talks himself into it every day, but refuses to let us take them down.

All I want for Christmas is...

This is the list we got, verbatim, and in this order.

1. Saints helmet
2. Chiefs helmet
3. Chiefs shirt
4. Chiefs pants
5. Packers helmet
6. Wonderpets
7. Little Einstiens
8. Drums
9. Guitars
10. Pianos
11. Microphone
12. Trumpet with valves (We asked, and he told us that Quincy on the Little Einsteins told him about valves)
13. White football helmet
14. Chapstick
15. Cowboy shirt
16. Cowboy pants
17. Cowboy Helmet
18. Cowboy football

" I will get Nana candy in a pumpkin, Paw Paw a santa toy at the mall, Mom a golf ball and a golf club, Momo a racquet and a tennis ball. Momo's will match mine. I'll get Daddy a coke."

Let the season begin!

Did you know that the Arkansas Razorbacks have a hockey team? Me either. The boys went, and now we have a new sport obsession.
The helmet needed to be white, it needed extra eye safety poles, he needed "skaters",they needed to be very slippery.

Argh.

I don't think the Bery Scary Spider knew what he was in for. He kept asking "Is it time to go to Halloween? Is it time?" We've been practicing the trick-or-treat concept at the bathroom door, but when it was time to ACTUALLY approach a house, we weren't bery scary after all. Alas, after that first Baby Ruth hit his bucket,a trick-or-treat machine was born.

We met up with pal Bennett and his older sis Savannah, who's Bride of Doom get-up DID NOT impress Ethan.


Both boys had a great time, stayed out until they needed their glow sticks, and after cute little "trick-or-treats!" and "happy halloweens" degraded into "i want some more candy,", we knew it was time to go.


He's only eaten one little thing out of his pumpkin, and I think the act of unloading and reloading is, so far, better than what's in those wrappers.

I only have to carry Elliot for three more months as of today. Atleast he's not crying. And I didn't pass out during my glucose test this time, and I'm not diabetic. All good things.
E