Sunday, February 27, 2011

Boxes

This pretty much sums up what is in my line of vision right now, no matter which direction I look. If I never see another moving box after this, I won't be upset.

Happily though, we are settling into our new home. Ethan (formerly known as EC, but since I didn't hesitate to shout his brother's name from the rooftop I figured it'd be ok to use his real name now) likes his new surroundings one minute then the next he declares we get him a different house "now!"

Well, I'm going to sit on the couch for a bit and see if these boxes unpack themselves already.



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Sunday, February 20, 2011

Out of his mouth

Not a day goes by Nick and I don't laugh out loud at something that comes out of EC's mouth.  Unfortunately, they aren't as funny when you have to read them but for the fun of it, here are some of his laughable comments:

**He can't say his y's.  So "or" means "your" and "ewe" means "you"

EC: Mom, pretend or Ethan and I'm ewe. 
Me: Ok, (in my best whiny voice), maaammaaaaa, I want somp-ting good to eat. Will ewe play wif me? I wuv ewe mom.
EC: AwwwwI love ewe too, honey.
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EC: (Looking at my face, really close up) Uh-oh, ewe got cracks on or (your) face.
Me:  (Depressed for the rest of the day!)

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EC: (yelling at me from his bed during nap time) Moooooooommmmm, I need somp-ting. Come here mom! I need ewe.
Me: EC, it's nap time, you need to go back to sleep.
EC: Ok Mom, I'm ready to go back to sleep now. (I start walking away) Wait, I need to tell ewe something will-y big. (dramatic pause) Actually, I meant I'm all done with my nap now.
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Nick: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! (a frustrated growl, if you will)
EC: Dadda, are ewe just sick of it?
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EC: Are ewe gonna have a baby?
Me: (Immediately sucking in my gut) No, I'm not having a baby.
EC: But ewe want to have another baby?
Me: Nope, you and Alec are by babies.
EC: I'm not a baby, I'm a big boy and Awic's a big baby.
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EC: Ma, ewe cookin' dinner?
Me: Yup.
EC: Don't burn the house down, k?


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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Finger or Face Paint

I gave EC some watercolors to keep him busy while I ran Alec upstairs for his nap.  I specifically asked him not to get paint all over his shirt, he's usually pretty neat about his painting.  I was gone for 3 minutes or so and this is what I came back to:


There was even green paint in his mouth. Maybe next time I'll be more specific and tell him not to eat it.


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Thursday, February 10, 2011

Stop Playing With Your Food

Guess what we ate?


He said he was making a worm driving a car. 

Nick showed EC the tried and true way to see if the spaghetti was done, and judging by the 9 noodles that covered our pantry and french doors, it was. 

And if I said that the spaghetti was cleaned off the windows and in the trash can rather than on the floor all dried up, I'd be lying. And a liar, I am not.


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Thursday, February 3, 2011

8 Months


Our baby turned 8 months yesterday. He's growing like a weed and looks more like a toddler than a baby. He's got 6 teeth (3 of them are just now poking through, ouch!), lots of fat belly rolls, gray-blue eyes, and ever changing hair. He is still a super napper, but likes to give me grief during most nights. I've told him I don't want to resort to the ol' cry-it-out method but I see we may have no choice if it doesn't get a little better soon.

Alec has become a lot more vocal just in this past week, lots and lots of yelling and "talking". No real words yet but he's trying. He is still very much a mama's boy, but loves cuddling up with his dad, Grandma, and Nana. He hasn't starting crawling yet and that's very much okay with me!

Happy 8 Month Birthday, Alec!

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