It's a Boy!

Honestly, are you really that surprised? I won't include any obscene pictures from the ultrasound; rest assured though that we're pretty sure about this one. Here's a profile shot of the lil' man though.

And here's two of the cutest soon-to-be-big-brothers!

(I know, it's so posed)

I'm not disappointed, I mean, why stop when you've got a good thing going? We make such darling boys! (--if I do say so myself)

Here's a funny thing Ethan did/said lately:

The other day, Ethan came over to me, climbed up on my lap, and very sweetly cupping my face in his hands asked me, "Can I talk through your mouth to the baby in your tummy?"

Hair Cuts!

So, I totally forgot to do a before picture, and funny enough, I can't find any pictures of me that aren't really old, so this is all you get. As for Gabe, you can see how bad he needed a haircut in that last montage (especially the most recent picture with the Q-tips in his ears), but I might have overdone it a bit. He looks like such a little boy now (and his forehead seems so much bigger, but maybe that's just me). It's impossible to do any kind of decent job on something so wiggly. I had to keep going shorter and shorter to fix all the mess-ups.

Ethan was really thrown off by my haircut though. He was there to watch and at the first few big snips he came over and asked, "You gonna be a boy mommy?"

Trying not to laugh too much, we assured him I wasn't. As the haircut went on he got more and more upset, and I'm not exactly sure what his problem was. Maybe it was a control issue, or he thought it would inherently change who I was or something. Either way, I don't think he handles change well. He's over his initial anger now, but every chance he gets, he tells me he doesn't like my hair cut. Oh well. I like it. (Of course, I always like my hair right after it's been done, and I can never seem to do it the same by myself; so if I end up looking horrible in later blog posts, it's not the haircut's fault.)

Cabin Fever!

We were glad to see February go, but so far March has been kinda wet and dreary too. As you can see, we've spent most of our time inside, and we've had to get pretty creative with what we do for fun. Not to say we haven't gone outside at all, but somehow, I didn't get pictures of any of that. Still, we're sure looking forward to Spring!

By the way, the ninja/sumo/pillow man is officially called "Da Boofa" and he has frequented our place this past week or so. It evolved from Ethan's original game he made up called "Boof" which is apparently the sound one makes when hitting another person with a pillow or cushion.

Say what?

Now that Ethan is regularly conversing with us, I've decided to begin sharing some of the funny things he says. I've been trying to keep a small journal of them, (I say trying because I forget to most of the time) but some are just too funny to keep to myself. (In the future, I will post these as they happen so it won't be such a long post.)

So for the past, I don't know... 6 months, I've been hoping to potty train Ethan. I even gave in and bought him some pull ups for Christmas, but to no avail. I thought we were having some success one day when he went #2 twice for the reward of some candy, but it was short-lived. Ever since then, when anyone suggests that he should go on the potty he retorts "I already went two times!" ( --as if that absolves him of every having to go again.) The last time I asked him if he was ready to try big boy pants he said, "Mmm, maybe in the Summertime."

I'm holding him to it.

A couple of weeks ago, Ethan was playing with a toy mailbox and I suggested that we should write a letter and put it in the mailbox for Daddy. After a moment's thought Ethan said, "How about 'S'."

The baby has been a hot topic around here lately. On our way home from Utah in January, Richard and I were coming up with possible names for the baby to pass the time, just throwing them out there, and laughing about the funny ones. Ethan, not understanding what we were saying and supposing we were laughing at him (a serious offense indeed) was getting quite incensed and began yelling from the back seat "You stop! You stop that right now!" I turned to him and asked, "Ethan, why should we stop? We're just thinking of names for the baby." To which he replied in a shocked tone "You not know his name?!"

(We're just assuming it's a boy by the way)

After that initial shock wore off, and he realized it was our job to name the baby --not that we are second rate parents-- he started trying it out himself, however he still doesn't get it. The other day when the subject came up, first I asked him if the baby was going to be a boy or a girl, and he answered, "I think he's going to be a girl." Then, when I asked him what we should name the baby, he said resolutely, "S" (I think that's his favorite letter) then he added, "with an 'O' and a... 'B'."

I think we'll leave the naming of the baby to us.

Ethan has also caught on to the symptoms of my pregnancy and morning sickness, and I'll often hear him say, "I need to get some food in my tummy." Other times he gives the excuse that he can't pick up his toys because he's too tired, or too sick, or some random body part hurts.

Having kids often gives me the chance to see myself as if in a mirror.

For the most part Ethan has been patient with me not always having enough energy to play with him, but one day he grew quite impatient yelling "Mommy, you come here right NOW!" and began counting "1... 2... 3..."

While this propensity to talk is often funny, I'm afraid at times he can be quite sassy; however... there's nothing I love more about his ability to speak than when he comes to me and out of the blue tells me so sweetly, "Mommy, I love you all the time."