Before I forget...

This week:

- Rian is a foot taller than Ethan.

- Rian learned how to tie his shoes!

(Again. I'm feeling like I should defend him. He learned how to tie his shoes two years ago but has forgotten because his silly, silly mom kept buying him shoes with velcro.)

A few Ethan stories...

We were playing at the playground after school and Ethan was on one of the swings. A boy who looked about the same age wanted a turn so Ethan got off and stood to the side of the swing. After a few minutes of sizing the other boy up, Ethan cocked his head to the side and asked, "You a dinosaur?"

We hit the library at least once a week and every single time there is some sort of drama. Usually Ethan drama. We have never made it out of the library without him screaming about something. Last week when we went Ethan decided to look for books himself by pulling them off the shelf one by one, looking at the cover and deciding "not dis one" and depositing the book on the floor. He then realized that a more efficient and fun way of finding books was to just pull as many books off the shelf at one time as he could. His squeal of delight caught my attention and by the time I reached him, he had proudly cleared an entire shelf of books. Fun.

Anyway, this time he had just finished an especially loud protest about us leaving when I scooped him up and we rushed to the nearest exit. We reached it at the same time as this other man and in the confusion of getting Rian, our bag of 25 books slung over my shoulder, an unhappy Ethan, and the other man out of the door, Ethan fell and hit his head. I had set him down and he had somehow tripped backwards out of the door and his head (of course) hit first. Poor baby. I felt awful.

Later that same day I took the boys to ride bikes and Ethan fell again hitting his forehead this time. It wasn't a bad fall and he just whimpered and said, "I do it again to the head." (Rian and I shared a secret giggle when he said this and after we hugged him)

Last night we were going through some clothes that my sister-in-law handed down and Ethan just had to wear this "new" spiderman shirt. He took off immediately, flying around the apartment, blasting his web at all the baddies we have around here.

"Mommy, I want to fly?"

"Sure bud, go for it."

Puts his arms up, looks disappointed, tries again this time stretching his arms up as high as he can while grunting and making silly faces. He slumps over, his arms fall to his sides.

"Is not working."

Nothing like a sad spiderman....

He ended up settling for me flying him around. :)