Baby Ofay

Ethan is attached to this newborn Cabbage Patch Kid I had when I was much younger in my years. He totes "Baby" all over the house, to grandma's, in all its nakedness glory, and will sleep with it. I don't mind...not one bit. It's cute, actually. For now. We named the baby "Baby Ofay" (read: Oh-fay), since that is how Ethan pronounced his name. But now he says "Ethan", and I missed hearing "Ofay", so that is how Baby became Ofay.

So here is Ethan giving Baby Ofay his nukie this morning. Awww...

Then he realized Ofay would have nothing to do with nukie, so he popped it back into his own mouth.

When does it stop?

As the momma of two boys...one two and the other 5....when does it stop? The hitting, the pinching, the times where the oldest thinks "you're playing nice and I'm going to walk by you and take something or push you", the times where the youngest just wants to be close to his older brother so he lays right on top of him? I see magical times where they get along so well...I think 'this is it. Here we go...the start to being friends.' Then it starts all over again. I know it's in them, I've witnessed it. I just want more of it!

Here we are...tonight. They were goofing off on the couch...and I had Ethan say sorry to Austin.



Then Ethan pretended to be asleep.
Stinker!

Whole Wide World

Love....

Mr. Squirrel and...

Sunday was a gray, gloomy day here. Just yuck. Ethan crawled into bed with me while I was sleeping around 7am and snuggled in close and we slept that way for 3 wonderful hours, waking our bodies up at 10am. A little slice of heaven...sleeping in. The weather demanded it. We climbed out of bed, made our way downstairs, and I made Edna Mae's Sourcream Pancakes. It's the only pancake recipe I'll ever use. Ever! (The link will take you to another blog that talks about them, and has the recipe.) I showered, got the boys ready, and we headed to Point for the afternoon.

First stop, Rocky Rococo. Can't justify not stopping there when I'm in town. So, as we pulled out, Mr. Squirrel apparently couldn't pass up a stop to Rocky's either.

It's a rather disgusting photo, but kinda cute at the same time.

We met up with my parents...then ventured to Culver's where we met up with Nicole and her boys. Some indulging in sundaes may have occurred, but I'm not telling. Here are a few quick pics of the boys...if only they'd act this nice the entire time we're in a restaurant!

Yes, I know. He's two and still has "Nukie". On my list...



Then back to Mom and Dad's for spaghetti and a quick visit with my brother and his girlfriend. Ethan was just giddy and quite kooky with both of them...not sure what was up with that.