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Am I just now noticing how big and cool Ethan is this weekend... maybe its all my hormones... but today has been a doozy.  And I quote:

" Mama, throw that ball betowards me, I'm gonna hit it so high in the sky!" 

Me:  Missy and Momo are coming to our house tomorrow

Him:  Are they bringing baby Elliot?

Shaun:  Told him something to do, so we could leave for dinner

Him:  "Whatever, whatever, I'll stay here"

"Let's talk about babies... Let's talk about the day you waited and waited for me to be born."

Last week as the only child...

An oldy, but goody... my Football Fairy at Christmas. Emily got the tiara, wings, and "pretty shoes" and Ethan was quick to get them all on. He is pretty. I caught him hanging out in the baby bathtub. I'm not going to try to analyze him psychologically. He vacsillates between wanting to tackle Elliot and take care of him. He brought a jersey in this morning that he's prepared to let him wear. I guess we'll just have to wait and see...

Big Brotherdom allows for certain perks... your first pet. Meet Fishy Mishy. PetSmart assured us that this was a hearty choice, and capable of withstanding some neglect. He could live for 7 years, you can feed him once a week, and you can change his water once a month. And, if we happen to kill him in the first two weeks, we can have a full refund.

Fishy Mishy is on the bathroom counter, and has already been serenaded by the harmonica version of the Tiger Fight Song. Welcome home.

My next post will be at http://www.oliverboys.blogspot.com/, and will tell the tale of our next arrival. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Can't believe its time.

:) EO

Look.  I'm prideless.  This is what 37 weeks on a short torso looks like.  Amazingly, as evidenced in 2006, it will snap back.  I don't know how... but I have to keep thinking that or I'll cry.
Ethan's new sports icons- The Arkansas Razorback Ice Hogs.  Little skinny white guys in abundant pads... a level of sport achievement he can most certainly obtain!  
Still working hard on independence training.  Your ball is squishy?  Do something about it.  

Since "Mama can't tackle until Elliot is out," Ethan has taken up new playmates.  He's spent the last month asking Zoe to get off his field, so she was confused when he suddenly wanted her on the field.  

I will not be posting any more football pictures. I'm tired of the same old same old. We do other things in this house! Not many, but others. Also, I'm setting up www.oliverboys.blogspot.com so Elliot won't have to have his life posted under his brother's moniker. I understand this implicitly as a second child myself. It doesn't have anything on it, but it will soon. Grumpy the chef wanted to use the knife all by himself. He was pretty disappointed in me.

We tried out the new skates. His legs looked even skinnier than they really are. He stood petrified for most of his first lesson, and reasoned that "these things are pretty slippery."

I'm going to use these to teach the life lesson that you have to fall down alot to learn something new. I'll see if he'll oblige me.

It's looking like Jan 26th could be the date on Elliot's arrival. We'll see. In the words of Shaun Oliver: "that's what makes babies so special, you never know when they're gonna show up."

Tootaloo, E