I'll set the scene:
Stage Center: Ethan... calm... just fed... playing in aquarium play hut thing.
Enter Stage Left: Dad... rambunxious. How do you spell that??

The Mama: He's gonna throw up on you.
The Daddy: Naw! He loves it! Blblblblblblblbllb!
The Mama: He's gonna.... um... yeah. Can I take a picture?
The Daddy: Whatever, just hurry.





The Baby Whisperer would disapprove of us lately. We've been social butterflies which means we've been falling off our "routine" bedtime. Wooops. Sometimes you have to make some sacrifices (read: cranky baby on the way home) for Mom and Dad to HAVE. A. LIFE. Babysitters are expensive. Ehan's slept two of four nights this week through the night.... the other two have only required a sleep-walk to show him where his pacifier is... NOT SO BAD. The jury is still out on tonight. TAKE THAT BABY WHISPERER! Your baby doesn't have to cry it out.



We're getting our morning routine down a little better. Morning is official Ethan and Shaun time... I don't know what all they do, but they hang out on the front porch, they play diaper head, they watch the news, they make coffee. Whatever they do, Ethan is dressed and ready to roll by the time I'm all ready to go, so it is wonderful!!!! We used to think that we needed all this time in the morning. We have it whittled down to 45 minutes so we can squeeze every drop of sleep in.

My new favorite picture...

Eating is still more external than internal. He'll get it.