Children of the King

My friends and I in "Children of the King" performed before church services last night. I told my mama that my heart was beating really fast when we were getting out of the van to go in. I did really well until a few seconds into the third song, then I had a little meltdown and had to go sit with my mama and papa. Mama and papa were very proud of me for making it through at least a couple of songs, though. I'll try to sing more songs next time.

Just Another Day at the Zoo...

Mama and Papa took me to the zoo today. It was my 3rd time there in 8 days. I really like Bonzo the monkey. Mama pushed papa around in a wheelchair part of the time, and almost dumped him out on more than one occasion (she claims it was always an "accident," but I'm not so sure...one time, after getting stuck on a bump that she could not get over, mama backed up and went real fast and still didn't make it over the bump...the front wheels stopped, but the rest of the wheelchair didn't...). Anyway, I got to ride the train and the carousel and play on the playground before we left. Then we went to Culver's and got to eat outside. It was a real fun day.

The Good Humor Man

Hello, this is Kyle here on Ethan's blog. Ethan heard the ice cream truck coming down the street the other day, and wanted to know what it was all about. We walked (I hobbled, he walked) down to the corner to stop the truck and make a frozen treat selection. Ethan finally pointed to what he wanted, which was a bomb pop popsicle. I told the guy , who asked "uh, which one?" I thought to myself, "What do you mean, 'which one?' What kind of good humor guy are you? Is this your first day on the job or what? A bomb pop is a bomb pop." So I pointed to the picture, he stuck his head out the window and looked at it, and then returned a few seconds later with some huge, Sears Tower sized popsicle about the same time that I realized I had ordered the ginormous $2.00 bomb pop instead of the $1.00 "bargain" model. Oh, well. We enjoyed it...

Happy Mothers Day, Mama!!

Papa's Leg Is Broken!

Well, as many of you know, my papa broke his leg playing basketball about a month ago, and now he's got a surgery in his leg. He always sits around in his chair with his pillow under it. I'm really good about carrying his pillow for him when he needs me to, even though it is bigger than me! Well, today papa went to eat in the kitchen but didn't need his pillow. A couple of minutes later I yelled to him and told him that I had broken my leg. When he came out to check on me, he saw that I was using his pillow just like he does!! He thought that was real silly, so he got the camera and took my picture.

Ethan finds out about his little bro

My newest cousin....

Well, mama and I just got back from Georgia a few days ago. We had gone down to see my newest cousin, Beth. I got to do all kinds of other fun stuff while we were down there, too. I got to swing, feed the ducks, ride on the golf cart, help granddad put a cover on the golf cart, do some baking, etc. When we got home, papa surprised me by having my big boy furniture for me. I have slept in my big boy bed every night since I got home, and I even take my naps in it too. Mama and papa pull out the trundle bed just in case I roll off, but I'm good at not doing that. Papa even took my picture while I was napping today, but didn't get too close 'cause he was afraid he'd wake me up!

Playing with milk...

Well, I am usually a pretty tidy kid, but the other night I was loading Smarties in my dumptruck and decided that there was just something missing. That something, I decided, was milk. So, I poured some out of my sippy cup into my dumptruck (which you can see just to the left of my cup). Unfortunately, it ran out all over, so I poured some more in it. It ran out again...and again...and again. I finally decided to just play in the milk and Smarties. Eventually, mama and papa realized that I had been awfully quiet for a few minutes, so they came to check on me and realized what I had been doing...

SOME BIG NEWS FOR THE NEW YEAR!!

Hello everyone!
As many of you know by now, I am going to be a big brother around the middle of July this year. Click the "play" button twice on the video to hear a few of my thoughts on this matter.

SANTA CLAUS, THE MALL PLAY AREA, AND SNOW

Hello, this is Kyle. Ethan has had a pretty exciting last few days. Saturday he got to go see Santa at the mall. He would not actually sit on his lap, but he did talk to him. He has wanted to go back and see him ever since.

After Ethan spoke to Santa, he wanted to do his favorite thing at the mall - play in the play area. He had a blast. We snapped a few pictures of all of these things...

As most of you are aware, we got hit with some snow Saturday night (9 1/2 inches is the official measure). After I got back from clearing some driveways and Ethan woke up from his nap, we went outside for about 6 minutes. It was entirely too cold to stay out any longer than that. We asked Ethan if he was cold. He said "yes." We asked him if he was ready to go inside. He, of course, emphatically said "NO!" I made the call when the snot-sicles started appearing (I knew if we stayed out any longer, Ethan would get them too...).

We went out to eat at Cheddar's for Mandy's birthday tonight. On the way there, Ethan kept saying "I WANNA EAT" because he knew that he might get to see Santa again when we were done. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, so I said "I WANNA EAT" in the whiniest voice I could muster. Ethan, unphased, responded "I WANNA EAT TOO," to which I said "I WANNA EAT THREE." Now, I'm not sure where Ethan picked this up, but he replied, as plain as day, "I WANNA EAT FOUR!" Mandy and I just looked at each other and cracked up.

So, we stopped by the mall again to see Santa after we ate (the mall and Cheddar's are right next to each other). Ethan, although he would not stop saying he wanted to see Santa and ran towards the part of the mall where he was, would not get within ten feet of him at first. Santa was gracious enough to get off his seat and come over to the gate to talk to Ethan, then eventually bribed Ethan with a magnet to get him to give him a "five." As soon as we left, Ethan wanted to go back and see him again, which he was more than happy to tell us...many, many times. I had learned my lesson, however, and did not say "I WANNA SEE SANTA TOO!"