I'm a bit late on posting some updates on Ethan because of the sick, sick family members we have in this house! Everybody seems to be on the mend, though we're not all 100%. Jan/Feb '09 has gone down in the books as one of our sickest moments. But I digress.
Ethan is such a joy. He's a VERY happy little guy and I can tell he's going to keep me on my heels during the next few years. Patrick figures he'll be our sanguine/choleric child (as opposed to Mallory who will be the complete opposite). Ethan loves to laugh and plays these little games with me that just make my heart melt. And have I mentioned his big, blue eyes???? He'll be heart-breaker someday.
He's jabbering up a storm an already says a handful of words, like ball, pillow, circle, dog, dada, mama, uh-oh "da doh" (uh-oh spaghetti-o) and a few others I can't quite remember. Mallory didn't say hardly anything until she was almost two, so this is really exciting for me. Patrick and I look at each other and are wowed by how smart he is...Mallory, too, but that's for another post...
He runs, runs, runs AWAY from me, mostly, and when I catch up with him in a good chase, he squeals with delight, except when we're out and about where he then drops to the ground in dead weight and screams (SCREAMS!!!) because I caught him. When he runs, his jowls jiggle in complete cuteness. Oh, he makes me smile. I'm so in love.