So Says Ethan

A:  "Ethan, please stop jumping on me, I don't want to wrestle."
E:  "I have to jump on you daddy."
A:  "No, you do not need to jump on me."
E:  "Yes, I do because girls are too intelligent to wrestle."

"Mom, if you would let me do whatever I want we wouldn't have to fight."

"Mom, you look cool today.  Girls aren't cool, why do you want to dress like a boy?"

Escalation

So, for the two people that still read, my mom and my sister, you will appreciate this.  If you are someone else, I guess I better give some background information.  Ever since I was little I have been a target.  Birds love me... well they love to poop on me that is.  If you are thinking that is gross, you are right.  I don't even know how many times I have been pooped on at this point, but it is a lot.  Someone tried to tell me it was good luck once.  I don't see how being an avian restroom is good luck by any stretch of the imagination.  Yesterday though the skies decided to up the anti, apparently I was missing something because I was hit by a squirrel.  Yup, that is right.  While I was enjoying the shade at the park a squirrel fell on me or jumped on me, I am not sure which.  Seriously, I might prefer the poop.  At least it didn't fall on the baby who I was holding at the time and hit my shoulder rolling off onto the ground.  I think it was stunned because it kind of laid there for a second before climbing a couple feet off the ground and trying to chew me out.  Like it was somehow my fault.  I am just hoping I don't have flees now or something.  So sick.  How does this happen?  I think I should just start carrying an umbrella everywhere I go from now on.  Consider this your warning, you may not want to stand too close to me when I am outside.

Lately

I just thought I would quickly make a note of my day yesterday.  I need to be better about marking milestones in my children's lives so at least I will have a small one here.  To start with P is now rolling from his back to his front.  The movement begins.  I am proud of the little guy but now I have to worry a whole lot more about him getting things and moving.  He is growing well and I can hardly believe how fast he is changing.

E is a busy three year old.  He is smart and likes to try new things, especially if it means jumping and climbing on things or making messes.  He also loves to draw pictures and do craft projects.  It is about all I can do to keep him entertained.  He also likes to insist he is nocturnal when we try to get him to go to bed.  Luckily he eventually is just so tired he can't keep his eyes open any more.  He is also a great big brother and loves having a baby around.  He is always trying to help or get things for the baby and loves to give him hugs and kisses.

In other news, Aaron is about to start research which means he will have a better schedule for a couple years.  We are really looking forward to have more family time and having more time to work on the house.

Look who can roll from front to back