Chicken Torture. I was so sure the chicken suit was going to fit. The pants are OK, but you really don't get the effect of the fluffy chicken suit if you can't velcro it shut. Dang.
Loves his new golf club from Eli. Swings it, bangs it, crawls with it, licks it, loves it.
Doggy guards. The only time they are calm in the house is when Ethan is on the floor with them. They are very protective... very careful... hover...they stay very close to the ground... heads down. What does that mean, Ceasar?? Are they sizing him up to bite his head off or do they respect him as junior pack leader?
Milestone! He can pull up to stand. He figured it out in the bathtub.
It's our stay-at-home Friday. We watched Sesame Street, shared some oats, read some books. Fun fun.
Talk soon! E
Friday, September 22, 2006
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