Yeah, I posted 17 pictures. It's birthday day.... We celebrated on Sunday for the obvious convenience over Monday. He woke up and knew it was his birthday, as he asked for cake and juice for breakfast.


When you live far away from your Shreveport cousins, your Shreveport Momo, and your Vegas Aunt and Uncle, you get lots of presents in the mail, so you might as well start early- before breakfast early.


We comprimised with fruity french toast and took a break with the new monkey puzzle. Then it was back to business.



Good Lord, its a fly-boat. He could barely stand it. Many people sent and gave many presents, and if I posted them all, it would be inappropriate. Being that Ethan is a snow baby, he gets presents from the day after Thanksgiving to the beginning of the new year. We have to spread them out so he doesn't become blase' about things. So, just because your present being opened does not appear on the blog, it does not represent its value, its worth, or the love it was shown...

Unless, of course, you showed up with a new uniform. Rachel and Matt win a prize. We had a casual football party. Shaun was coach, I was a pregnant cheerleader (just in theory, 'cause all that would fit me was one of Shaun's big Saints tshirts). Guests were encouraged to dress up, but I don't think we realize that other people don't have the football acoutrama that we do here. Anyway...


Ethan shared his helmets, and made sure everyone had a ball (ah ha, get it? I'm halarious.) They just roll off my fingers, really. Then came the manna.

He gets SO serious at the prospect of another uniform. He couldn't believe it first of all, then he couldn't get to it fast enough. He got the helmet out and was all "Where's the pants and the jersey?"

The strip tease began, and the transformation was complete. He now IS a Miami Dolphin, but is still hoping for a Saints helmet and Chiefs helmet for christmas. I need a helmet shelf.


We've had to really crack down on the no uniforms at school rule. I told him the other day that real football guys don't wear their jerseys to school. Here's how it went:
"Real football guys wear real clothes to school."
"May you call Reggie Bush for me?"
"He's very busy, maybe we could write him a letter. What do you need to ask him?"
"If he wears his wristbands to school."
We haven't had to write the letter yet... he's trusting my word so far.



He doesn't care that real football guys don't sleep in their uniforms, as this football guy does.

Happy Birthday Ethan! Lots can happen in 3 years.