Hurray for Sisters!

My sisters came to stay with me and meet their new nephew last week. It was wonderful! We had such a great time with them. Ethan loved being held around the clock and the non-stop flashes of cameras. My mom was also able to make a quick trip up here for Mother's Day weekend. Melanie and Hannah treated us to massages and day at the spa.

It's hard growing up and everyone spreading out. I love that we were able to have a week together. My sisters are my best friends... I love you guys! Thanks for visting us.

Bethany came to town also, so Ethan has now met all of his aunts. It's so great that Ethan has so many people that love him! Here are some pictures highlighting the week.

He's Still Cute... We Promise

After Derek posted that not-so-cute picture of Ethan below, I thought I needed to post some current cute pictures of him so you know he is still cute. He has grown a lot (2.5 pounds and 3 inches) since we brought him home. He is in the 72% for height and weight... yeah, I'm feeding him the good stuff! Ethan is much more interactive now. He smiles in response to our smiles and makes lots of funny faces & noises. We read in our "What to Expect the First Year" book that he should be able to "squeal with delight" soon. We haven't heard that yet, but we're anxious to.

Dumpster Diving....are you intregued?

So on Thursday, we were going to go to the first coucilor's house to give them dinner(Their baby came 3 1/2 weeks early). So I got home as Emily was going out. She was going to take the trash out and check the mail. Well, the dumpster is on the way to the garage. So I told her to not take the trash and I would take it on our way to the car. She said that she could get it. So I told her again that I would take the trash out. Again, I was denied. Fast forward about two and a half minutes when in walks Emily, looking a little embarrassed. "What's wrong?" I asked, assuming that the embarrassing event had already occured. Well, at least her part had. Luckily, her part was a private moment of introspective embarrassment. "What happened?" I asked again. Quietly, the answer came. "When I threw the trash bag into the dumpster, I also threw my keys in the dumpster, too. Can you help me get them back?" That's code for "Do you love me enough to jump into a dumpster and dig around in our neighbor's trash" Uhhhhh, for those of you who know me, you must know that Emily couldn't even keep up with me as I ran down the stairs, across the playground full of children and their parents, across the street and finally fulfilled my most secret desire; diving into a dumpster in front of a large group of people that I don't know yet, but now don't think I ever will. (Those first impressions are so hard to change. So I'm so glad that for that group of people, their first impression of me is leaping into a dumpster.)So upon arriving at the dumpster, I realized that I had forgotten my swim cap and nasal plug (a near fatal mistake). I pulled opened my hot purple phanny pack (you know, the one I wear on vacation) and filled it with sand. I took three deep breaths and entered what appeared to me to be Dantes' inferno. I looked around the cavernous belly of the great beast, I really wished I had remembered my nasal plug. Eventually, I found the treasure that I had been seeking. I took off my phanny pack, gauged the weight, and very carefully made the switch. I was so very wrong though. As I turned to go, a giant trash bag began to roll after me. I ran for all I was worth. I virtually exploded out of the dumpster. The parents ran to their children to protect them from the mass of debris that followed in my wake. I now feel very empathetic to Pigpen. Kermit can complain all he wants about how it's not easy being green...well Kermit, why don't you try smelling like sweaty garbage? Now that's not easy. It doesn't matter how cool you walk when you wreak of the "Bog of Eternal Stench" (You know what I'm talking about). When I got back, I must have stunk so much....the picture says it all.


*Some of these events may be exaggerated.