You can tell that Ethan is the fifth child by looking at his baby book.
I can just imagine the conversation now, 18 years before it happens.
Girlfriend: Oh, I want to see your baby book. By the way, your Mom seems really cool.*
Ethan: Uh, Okay.
Girlfriend: Um. How do you know this is yours? It’s….empty.
Ethan: Oh. That’s because my Mom had a blog. It doesn’t mean she didn’t love me.
*What? It could happen.
So, this will be a little update on Ethan.
He is now 9 months old.
A couple days ago, his first tooth popped in.
And like his older late teething brother before him, Ethan started eating just last week. Prior to now, when I offered him food or put food in his mouth to try it out, he was convinced I was trying to kill him by poisoning or choking. This week I was eating something and he grabbed my hand and stuffed it in his mouth. And he’s been trying food ever since.
I don’t know his height or weight but he’s mostly wearing size 12 months. Except for pajamas. I realized last night that he’s been wearing the same sleepers since birth. They were a little big on him then and they’re a little snug on him now but, I think that’s got to be worth some frugal points. Plus, bonus points when I tell you that they were given to me for J (who wore them) and here you can see Miss Felicity wearing the same one.
He also did this:
I realize that’s not very exciting but he had actually pushed it a fair distance at that point. Of course, I didn’t get my camera out in time to capture it all. (We were in a therapist’s office.) (Not that kind of therapist.) (Or that kind.)
Also, one cute thing I want to remember. Sometimes when I hold him on my shoulder and pat him on the back (usually at night when I’m putting him back to bed), he’ll pat my shoulder back.
Altogether now: Awwwwe.
He was one of my best sleepers as an infant. He slept through the night pretty early on. And kept it up for awhile. And now he gets up at least twice a night. Sometimes more, sometimes less, but he hasn’t slept through the night in months. I just thought I’d throw that in there in case you were getting jealous.
We’ll still keep him though.
For a couple more years anyway.
(This all happened in one day, during “moving week”)
F: Can I watch a movie, Mom?
Me: No, because we have to do school.
F: Just a wittle bit of one?
F: What about a Dipper? (read: Kipper)
Me: Felicity, I said no. Not right now.
a minute passes…
F: Mom, can I watch a movie?
F: How ’bout “Felicity”?
Me: Not. Right. Now.
F: Puh-lllleaaaaaassssse. How ’bout Madewine?
Me: How about nothing?
F: How about someping sort? Like, Madewine is sort.
Me: Madeline is not short.
F: Is Pinocchio sort?
F: Mom. Can I watch a movie?
F: But it hurts.
Me: What hurts?
F: My legs.
F: Can I watch a movie?
Me: Felicity, I already answered that question.
F: But, I haven’t watched a movie today.
Me: I know.
F: Can I watch a movie cause I got hurt?
Me: How would you like to push the baby around in his stroller? Or do the dishes?
F: No fair Mom. I said, can I watch a movie?
F: Can I have one of these?
Me: Um, no. Those are for birthdays.
F: But I like it.
Me: I know, but it’s a candle.
F: I like candles!
Me: Felicity! Did you cut your hair?!
Me: Why did you cut your hair?!
F: Because it had knots in it?
A conversation the day before his birthday:
S: I just feel like a…what’s it called?
S: No, what’s it called when you have a big appetite?
S: A teenager! I feel like a teenager but I’m still just a kid.
S: I wonder what Ethan will be like when he’s older? Like when he’s Felicity’s age.
Me: Yeah. That will be interesting.
S: I hope he doesn’t waste food like Felicity.
Yeah, ’cause that’s the worst thing I can think of too.
So, when we were still in the Dallas area, we let S open his presents a little early.
And then we took pictures with our iphones, hence the following bad pictures. (The best part is at the end if you just want to skip.)
If you don’t know what Gamera is, I’d suggest you do yourself a favor and keep it that way.
Unless you like Scary-Japanese-Giant-Turtle movies.
In which case, you’re probably either a 10 year old boy or you used to be one.