October 19, 2008
Today, I discovered why only females should be invited/attend baby showers.
We were invited to a couples/family “Stork Tea” for the wife of one of Shane’s coworkers today. We have become friends with several of his coworkers and their families so it was fun for all of us. One of the most exciting things for Ethan…a little friend was going to be there. She is three. She is cute as a button and very sweet. She and Ethan hit it off the last time they were together. He drew her a picture before hand and was very excited to see her. At the end of the shower, the two of them were out by the front gate and Shane and I were looking out the door, only to see her grab him and hug him. Next came the kiss. On the lips. Ethan’s first kiss. It was a crack up.
As we were putting him to be tonight, he asks, “How does a baby get out of a mommy’s tummy? Does it rip a hole in her tummy to get out?”
“Um, no…it just comes out when it is time….”
“But how does it get out? Where does it come out?”
So I kind of had to tell him vaguely and explain that it is only something he should talk to mommy and daddy about.
Wow. All this in one day! And not even four yet! No more baby showers for that kid!
October 16, 2008
This is Tegan’s latest. 19 months. Taught herself. She recognizes most of the letters, too. The first time I heard her do it, I was laughing my head off with each sound she made. I like how she gets distracted and starts spinning towards the end.
October 8, 2008
Ethan was up at 6 yesterday, which is becoming more and more common these days (sometimes it is earlier than that). He wakes Tegan up, of course. I usually don’t let them “up” until 7, but I lay there listening to them from the minute they wake up until 7 rolls around. Anyway, yesterday they were up. As it got closer and closer to 7, Tegan started crying and Ethan was yelling and so I got up to go talk to them and get them up. I walked into their room and couldn’t believe my eyes. Tegan is standing there in her crib, soaking wet. She is holding her silkie between two fingers and crying because it is soaking wet. Her crib is soaking wet. Behind her crib is wet. I look and see Ethan’s bed is soaking wet. The floor between their beds is soaking wet. I am so bummed.
“What happened in here?”
Ethan explains that he took Tegan’s sippy cup and filled it up with water and poured it…everywhere.
“How many times did you do it?” I asked.
“Um, about 14” was his reply.
He was very upset to have to stay in the room and clean it up with me and it took quite a while to take care of it all. I decided to use the opportunity to clean there room up a bit.
As we were cleaning, I asked, “Why did you do this?”
Ethan’s responded enthusiastically, “It was water day!”
