Brent reminded me this weekend that it's been a while since we posted. The kids and I all got a cold after the indoor playscape, so we had a few nights of unsettled sleep around here. Last week my mom came to give me a bit of a break. I did some shopping by myself, got a haircut without constantly handing somebody a distraction, and went for dinner and ice cream with Brent. It was really nice! I will admit to several times excitedly pointing out trains and dump trucks, only to realize there was nobody in the back seat to enjoy them.
Ella decided after getting her cold that she didn't like solids anymore, so we're working on getting her to eat them again. We're already seeing with both the kids what happens when two stubborn people decide to have kids together. Teen years should be fun! With the exception of when she's hungry or tired (admittedly frequent needs) she's such a good-natured baby. She absolutely loves watching Ethan play, and he's starting to enjoy interacting with her more. He's gotten quite good at bringing her toys. She's getting really good at grabbing things and manipulating them to explore, and her preferred positions are sitting up or laying on her tummy looking around. She has her 6 month well-check tomorrow, and I am a bit in disbelief of how quickly the time has gone.
Ethan had SO much fun with his Mamite. They went to the pet store, played with the train table at the bookstore, played in the fountain, etc. I think he's picked up some habits from her, however, as when driving anything (grocery cart, stroller, car, etc.) he always tells me to "turn right" (her typical choice when there is any question of directions...and she wonders why everybody but her thought the GPS was a really good Christmas present!) She also was the potty whisperer, and had Ethan using the potty a good 4-5 times per day when she was here. I wish I could say that it hasn't already become an issue that has potential for power struggles, but any of you that have dealt with pottytraining can feel our pain. Suffice it to say that he has realized the value to getting our attention quickly, postponing bedtime, and most importantly, the joy of the flush.
In a really heart-tugging development, she got Ethan to start saying "wuv you" when you tell him that you love him. Previously, he would never repeat it, and would blow kisses when you told him you loved him.
In just the last two weeks, we've seen an explosion in the amount of songs that Ethan will sing. Granted, many of these involve singing the last word or two of each line, but it's still pretty funny. A sample, and personal favorite around here, is "stinkle, stinkle....STAR...wonder...ARE...uppa uppa...HIGH....diamon....SKY" He also loves counting. He counts to 12 with no prompting, but will not say 7. Won't even repeat it after you. He's really interested in the words/concepts on and off, empty, and both lately, and uses all of them liberally in conversations. If you're around us, you will always know when the "air kish" is on or off; this is admittedly a valuable thing to know in the Texas heat, but you might be surprised how often it switches without you paying conscious attention to it. Everything in our lives gets commentary. Perhaps if I took the chance to be grateful for the everyday things in life more often, I would also feel the need to point out with glee that the air conditioner is indeed on...
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