Moms are always right

Moms seem to be "totally out of date" or "not knowing what they are talking about" but as we grow older we realize that our moms were probably right and we need to give them the credit they deserve.

Then I realize that there isn't enough credit to give because they were right majority of the time...all 32 years of it. So there will be bits and pieces of "Thank you Mom...I think."

Today, my mom called and panically asked if:

1) I had gotten a flu shot?  Let me remind you that I am 32 years old.  In my book, a "panic" call consists of telling me that something awful has happened to someone in the family, or close friends, or Natedogg died (that's going to be a terrible day). Not asking if I had gotten a flu shot because of the news reports that the flu has started a month earlier this year.  I will let you in that I have had food poisoning and pink eye all in the last 10 days, the flu WILL be hitting me this year. My luck consists of things like this...not winning the lottery.

2) Has Ethan gotten a flu shot? Of course he has, he's an infant, he HAS to have the flu shot.  Hell if we are going to have a feverish, projectile vomiting child with the flu!  "They" always say that infants and the elderly need to get every vaccine, fruit, vegetable, sock, and bath (or whatever) that exists.  Agreed...but the elderly...our resources can't go to someone else? Just kidding.  I love old people. Wait...weird. I love inheritance, I mean Grandparents...awkward, ok, I need to go check on the baby.

I want to be THAT mom.  Did YOU get your flu shot?

A Nine Month Old Cutie

Uh oh
Ba Ba
Da Da
whoa wha whoa wha
^The newest verbal discoveries

I have said it before and I'll say it again...this is my favorite age.  Ethan is giving kisses, showing his independence by crawling and moving all over the floor, sleeping 10-11 hours a night, eating finger foods, laughing hysterically when knocking something over, drops whatever he's playing with to greet me when I pick him up from school, throws something on the floor then leans over to look for what he dropped, reaches up to be picked up by his daddy or myself, does raspberries to complete strangers in the store, walks with support from a "kiddie cart thingy," giggles when chasing or being chased around the coffee table, stands at every chance he gets, finds fascination by playing with Tupperware and a wooden spoon, EVERYTHING seems new and awesome to him, and most of all he is the kindest and cutest kid on Earth.

I am only slightly bias.

Where has the last year gone?

Right?! No kidding, where has it gone? It's been almost a year since my last post and there's been a few milestones in my life. The most important was our sweet Ethan who was born on March 5, 2012 at 6:06 pm, weighing 8lbs, 12 ozs, and 22 inches long. Let me remind you, I am 5ft tall and weighed 100-something pounds before getting pregnant. I had almost a 9 pound baby! Naturally, to say the least. I had an epidural but I should have known that wouldn't work. Pain killers don't do a lot for me so I should have known I would have felt every single push, head, shoulder, and elbows through out the delivery process.  For about a month afterwards I refused to have another...but now...life is so precious that how can we NOT have another?

Every day is a wonderful day with Ethan. He is now 8 1/2 months old and is growing so quickly. I've been trying to capture every milestone in his life, including his incredibly cute smiles or smirks. Here are a few milestones you could watch too:
Tummy time
Rolling over (my favorite)
Frustrated Face (taken on 10/15)

I hope to be able to update this more often but with work and a baby, who has the time to do anything?!