Okay, so I know it is a little cheesy to advertise for my business on my own blog, but I really think that a lot of you that read this would enjoy this party. My neighbor Kristin is having a "Homemade for the Holidays" Pampered Chef party next Saturday (the 10th) at 3:00pm. I will demonstrate several gifts that you could homemake this year for Christmas! These would make great gifts for teachers (or for anyone for that matter). Everyone will leave with at least one homemade gift and recipes to go home and make more.
Let me know if you are interested in coming by emailing me at firstname.lastname@example.org
On Sunday Ethan was dedicated at our church West Park Baptist. My grandparents were on hand for the event so that was cool. Curt and Sara Jawdy also agreed to be Ethan's godparents (Parrain and Nanny).
Proud Parents, Nanny Sara, Ethan, and Parrain Curt
Yesterday Ethan demonstrated his wicked coordination skills. When you place a toy in front of him, his hands come together and then, as they bring the toy to his mouth, it opens!! Yesterday morning we were laying in bed and Philip was getting ready and I showed Philip over and over the streamline coordination that his son now possesses. We've been working on rolling over, but no success yet. We have moved him from underneath his toys (when rolling over does not hold a purpose) to just a blanket with toys on either side of him.
Yesterday was also the first day of 6 ounce bottles. Instead of eating every three hours, Ethan ate every four. We'll see if that lasts.
I guess that's all for now. Mawmaw and Pawpaw went home this morning and Philip is busy at work. It looks like Ethan and I have the last couple of days of fall break to ourselves...
I don't have much to say in this post except that I never thought that I would be buying my son a Halloween costume. But, our church does this huge outreach called "Trunk-o-Treat" where the church members decorate their cars and hand out candy in the church parking lot. It is a huge deal with firetrucks and blow up jumping things. Anyway, we've never been but this year Philip has been commissioned into helping transform two pick-ups into Noah's ark. And what does the ark need, but cute fuzzy animals to go in it?! We will definitely post more pictures after the big event. We think our friend Blaise (a.k.a. Noah's chicken) will be joining us.
P.S. Sorry LSU about the loss. Ethan stayed up late to watch all three overtimes:(
So, last night was the first successful night of sleeping without the "papoosinator". Yesterday morning when I woke up he had totally kicked and squirmed out of it from the night before and I began to irrationally fear that he could choke himself on the papoosinator....so last night he went to bed without it and "Voila!" He slept through the night peacefully. That's all for now. Here is a picture from yesterday's photo shoot with Sears. Isn't he the cutest three month old ever?!
So, I went with Laura this morning to a place called Tremont in the Smokies. It is an residential program for grades K-12. Well, we were there just for the day to find some terrestrial salamanders as well as tag Monarchs! After lunch we were sitting in their council house and Ethan was laying on a blanket. Laura had made fun of me several times already because I kept leaving Ethan places and saying, "He can't roll over yet." Well, as our guide Jason was talking an amazing thing happened! Ethan went from his back to his belly. Laura took a picture of the baby and then a picture of my absolutely SHOCKED face. He has yet to repeat the feat, and I'm not really sure how he reacted other than the grunting ensued as soon as he was on his belly.
So, it is 7:30pm which is a little early to put Ethan to bed. But, he is fussy so I figured I'd rock him to sleep and he can take a little nap and then have one more bottle before heading off to bed. I rocked him for at least 10 minutes and he was not having any part of it. He squirmed and fussed, and refused to take his paci. I even turned off the lights on my side of the living room. Well, Philip then offered to try to take him up to bed. Ten minutes go by and not a peep. That's right folks, my son refused to be rocked to sleep. Hmm...I'm speechless.