Hello Hello. I'm a footballer's wife this evening. Apparently its an important game. I've just made my first batch of toffee, and it happens to be excellent.

Ethan took 6 steps this weekend. They were short and wobbly... but they were unassisted. He hasn't done it since. His carrot was (you guessed it!), his stuffed dog.

We threw a two-day-coup and got our living room back. We now have all the toys stuffed into another room that has a door. Ethan likes that the spider man couch is his gateway to the other couch, and Elmo is SO MUCH BIGGER on the other TV!

I was audited by the Arkansas Board of Examiners of Speech Language Pathologists today. That was fun. Shaun was no help saying that audits were "a good way to learn" and "necessary to improve." PUH-LEASE Mr. Taxman... nobody likes an auditor. Mine; however, was reasonable, and lauded me as "excellent" and as "obviously not being userpt." Strange, but I'll take it. A facade of pretty charts and graphs can get you places.


Ethan also showed his true colors last night as he scarfed down two bowls of crawfish chowder and two garlic toasts. His teachers today remarked on his disgusting gas, they said it was indescribeable... We describe it as voodoo-doodoo.

On that note, nighty night.
E