Christmas day

This year christmas was pretty fun. It was great seeing how Ethan reacted to santa coming in the night, filling his stocking, and leaving lots of presents under the tree. Ethan got pretty spoiled, not only by Santa, but by his grandparents too! He got a train set, elmo legos, a shopping cart with food in it, an aquadoodle, and a coloring book with special markers that only write on special paper. (woo hoo for my walls!!!!) He got a truck from grammy A that he tottally loves, and I've constantly got the song, "who let the dogs out" in my head! ( I"m sure you're laughing anita!) Rory got a couple movies, a thumb drive for his music, a book with a bunch of local bike trails, and lots of chocolate. Rory got me a sweater,a movie, a couple cds that I love, and a gift card to borders. (he know's I'm such a nerd when it comes to books!) I know I'm missing some things, but you get the idea that we had a very blessed christmas.

After we had our special christmas morning, we headed over to my parents house for some breakfast, ( I guess it was more like lunch because we didn't eat until noon) After eating, we opened up gifts, and I just have to post this video of Ethan opening his gifts. You can tell he definately prefers toys to clothes.Overall, it was a very merry Christmas, and we hope it was for everyone else too!

Christmas Eve

This year christmas eve was pretty crazy. Not only was it snowing and cold outside, but Ethan decided to have some fun on his own. When Rory and I were in the other room, Ethan managed to climb up on our kitchen counter to play with the fishes. When I came out of the room, Ethan was sitting next to the fish tank with the dish soap sitting next to him, and bubbles coming out of the fish tank. Rory and me jumped into action to take the fish out as soon as we could. They were starting to swim sideways, and was having a hard time. It took us quite a while to finally get the bubbles all cleaned out and the fish in some fresh water. The poor fish were really struggling, but after a little while, a couple snapped out of it, and we only lost one fish.

This picture was after we took the fish out and some of the bubbles

After we had a nice talk with ethan, and let him know he was in trouble, we ended up opening one gift each. I had been expecting one of Rory's gifts in the mail, and hadn't got it yet, but thought that maybe it got left on our front porch and I didn't hear the delivery guy. So I checked out side, and sure enough it was there. I didn't want to wrap it, or have to try to sneak it past Rory, so I told him that his gift to open was outside. He liked the bike rack. I opened up a cd, Ethan got a toy truck from grammy A.

Ethan's latest disaster

On Sunday night we were just relaxing at home, and enjoying a quiet evening at home. Well, Ethan was playing around in the living room, and tripped. He ended up hitting his head on the corner of a wall, and sliced it right open. We knew right away we needed to go to the hospital to get stitches. Ethan only cried for a couple minutes, then was laughing and talking to me all the way to the hospital, and in the waiting room. When we got there it was 9pm and Ethan was just being a silly boy. We got called back to the room, and Rory had to hold a cotton ball with numbing medicine on Ethans wound for like an hour, and Ethan really didn't like that. It just bugged him that he couldn't run around and explore the room. When the dr. came in and was ready to stitch it, it was almost unbearable to me as a mom. We had to wrap him up really tight in a blanket to hold his arms down, and dad held his legs, and the nurse held his head. His eyes were just wide with terror not understanding what was going on, and he just kept yelling 'momma!' 'dadda!' He was just wanting one of us to pick him up and comfort him. It was horrible! No matter what I said, I couldn't console him, and it broke my heart. I'm sure all the other moms understand my reaction. anyways, he ended up getting 5 stitches, and is healing nicely
This picture was taken in the waiting room.
Waiting for the dr to put the stitches in.