Thanksgiving

Sorry, I've fallen behind with the blogging. I just haven't been feeling it lately. Ethan's sick... again. And when he's not happy... nobody gets any computer time.

We went to Utah for Thanksgiving. Ethan and I were there a week, but Eric just flew down for the weekend.

My brother-in-law Ryan had the great idea of making festive hats to get us in the Thanksgiving mood. They turned out really cute.

"why'd you steal my land mommy?"

I think Ryan was a little surpriesd at how willing we were to wear silly hats for dinner.

Ethan loves spending time with Uncy Sam. He cried when Sam left the room and followed him everywhere. Sam was great with him.

It was freezing, but we had a lot of fun playing at the park across the street.

It was fun strewing Grandma's kitchen utensils around the house for a change.

A peek into my day

Ethan opened a few boxes from the cabinet and decided to reorganize. I captured a few minutes on my camera and I thought I'd post it for those of you who don't get to see him very often.

Please excuse the diaper, he took his pants off earlier.

Gettin' my play on...

Here are a few pictures from our trip to the children's museum downtown. It was a lot like the one we went to in Seattle, only a lot smaller. However, there were plenty of buttons to push to keep Ethan happy for hours.
[Notice the brand new jeans. Ethan's on antibiotics still which caused him to have a little accident (well, more like a BIG accident) on the way to the museum. I lifted him out of his carseat and squish... his pant leg was full... Not wanting to turn around and go home, I ran inside and cleaned him up in the bathroom. Unfortunately, I am not the mother who has extra everything in her diaper bag, so he emerged from the bathroom pantless (which becomes less and less cute the older he gets). Luckily, the museum is located IN the downtown mall, so after cleaning up I ran into the nearest department store and bought some way too expensive new jeans. Victory!]

We then enjoyed the rest of our stay... They had a little doctor's office that I couldn't resist.
These are for Eric--

Ethan loved playing with the boats in the water, but he didn't like having his hand wet.

Not feeling so hot

For those of you who have spent any time with Ethan know that he sits still for no man... ever. That's why my pictures are always blurry, my hair is always frazzled, and why it has already taken me 10 minutes to write these two sentences (he's "sitting" on my lap right now). So, when he is calm and wants to snuggle with me on the couch, I know he's not feeling well.

No, he's not watching TV. He's just sitting there. I don't think he's ever been this lethargic.

I took him to the doctor on Monday, and the second we stepped into the waiting room, he smiled for the first time in days, and ran around the room giggling and babbling and playing for the first time in days. He also suddenly redeveloped the appetite he had lost, eating the entire food contents of my diaper bag all before the doctor entered the room. Another mother even asked me "are you sure he's sick?" Luckily, the doctor believed me that he's been nothing but sad and pathetic for days, and she checked him out and found his ear infection.
He's doing much better today having experienced the magical healing powers of the pediatrician's waiting room. (the antibiotics probably have helped a bit too)

So, we finally made it to the pumpkin patch to pick pumpkins. Going on the last Saturday before Halloween was not the best idea. The pumpkins were pretty sparse. We got a few to carve though.

Super Baby!

A few weeks ago, Ethan started lifting his arms and running around the room when you said either "super-baby" or "up up and away!" (a little something Eric taught him). So, naturally he had to be Superman for Halloween. We had a little Halloween party with our 'resident's wives' play group on Friday. Ethan was pretty tired at this party, so he didn't really show off this talent. We'll try again on Wednesday at the "Trunk-or-Treat". The cute doctor next to him is his friend Armour.