Trick or Treat

I will begin this post with the answer to a question I was asked about the watermelon. The bottle of wine on the counter had nothing to do with the watermelon going bad. It is pure coincidence that it is in the picture. The watermelon was just a plain watermelon that we sat on the counter after we brought it home from the store. I'm not even sure that wine and watermelon would be good together, though I hear that you can put vodka in a watermelon.

This week has been fairly exciting I guess. Thursday we took Ethan for his four month check-up. He got a couple of shots, which he wasn't thrilled about. He didn't ever run any fever though, so I guess we got lucky there. They weighed him at 14 pounds, 7 ounces with a length of 26 inches. Why they call that 26 inches and not 2'2" is beyond me. I am learning lately that I only thought I knew how things worked. Here is another example. Sometime around the end of last week Tiffany started referring to Ethan as 4 months old. I pointed out that technically he wasn't that old until October 29, being that he was born on June 29. Of course I was told that in baby lingo a month counts as 4 weeks. Again I told her that by that rationale he would have been 4 months old on October 18. Wrong again. In case you didn't know this, the exception the this "week" (or weak) rule is that it takes 13 weeks to make 3 months. So depending on which version of mathematics you choose to follow, Ethan was 4 months old sometime in the last baker's dozen of days. I am going to tell people he is a third of a year old. That's probably wrong too. I think I'll be able to calculate his age until 2012. After that, we are dealing with the predicted end of the world and a leap year. All bets are off.

In case all of that didn't give you a headache and you need some more, I just found out that elephants are blue. Now I haven't ever seen a blue elephant, but they must exist. Ethan has one on his shirt in the picture above. He also has a stuffed blue elephant, and there is a blue elephant on his Jumparoo. I will try to do some more research and get back to you, but I think maybe the whole world has gone crazy.

John, Paul, George, Ringo, and Ethan

Has anyone ever seen a rabid watermelon before? Ethan and I came home from running errands the other day to find that the watermelon on the counter was covered in a mysterious white foam. Unfortunately I was responsible enough to clean up the mess, so I don't have a really cool picture to show you. It was only after I wiped everything down that it occurred to me to find the camera. It was sort of crazy bubbling like pouring peroxide on a cut. Also, it smelled bad. Tiffany came home and immediately decided that the watemelon was a goner. I think we should have at least donated it to science, but I have no control over the fruit in this household. I carried it to the giant blue coffin outside, and the next morning he was carried away by some men in a garbage truck. I like to think that he is now resting in that great watermelon patch in the sky. We will miss you, Cujo.


And now for something completely different....

Ethan and I had a pretty good weekend. He has officially figured out how to roll all the way over. I thought it was an accident when he did it on Saturday morning, but I have since seen him do it several times, beginning with an encore performance for his mom who was at work. My cousin Traci was in town, so that afternoon we went by to visit with her and the kids. Granny also joined us, and Tiffany met us after work. Nancy and Danny cooked steak and baked potatoes for everyone, which was better than any plans that I had made for dinner. Sunday was another easy day. Ethan and I did get out to do some things. I was listening to The Beatles in the car, and I'm just going to go out on a limb here and say that he was singing. I don't think he knew all the words, but who knows what those crazy long haired Brits are singing about anyway? I knew Ethan was a rock fan, but now you know. Afterwards, the weather was nice so we took a stroll around the neighborhood. Lots of people were out, and I really enjoy being outside this time of year. Today begins our last week of crazy schedules. Ethan will officially start daycare next week. This should be a good step in returning life to normal. Maybe it just means I will have to get up earlier to take him.

Daddy Day Care

It's another weekend, which means it's just me and the kid hanging out while mommy is slaving away at her job. Ethan slept late this morning, which means I was able to get a few things done this morning. I have a couple of errands to run in town today, so hopefully he will be good for at least a couple of hours. The first picture is Ethan's latest toy, courtesy of Granny's friend Frances. He is not quite big enough to jump in it, but he can sit in it and look at everything. He seems to like it so far. Another discovery we made this weekend is that a Baby Einstein dvd is the exact amount of time it takes me to eat a bowl of cereal and take a shower. Those evil geniuses at Disney must know what they are doing.

"In the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed. Not a word was spoken. The church bells all were broken."

To Steve Taylor (who used to have my phone number):
I don't know how many people you owe money to, but it must be a lot because someone calls for you nearly every day. I don't think they believe me when I tell them that I don't even know you. I did some digging and discovered that you haven't paid taxes in Taylor county since 2007. I hope that means that you have moved away from here. I did find a forwarding address in Weatherford which I am tempted to give the next person that calls here. All of this information was found on the internet for free in less than five minutes. Say hello to Gaylene if you guys are still married and try to pay your bills on time. It is invading my personal space.

Really? A Nobel Prize?

It looks like I have a lot of catching up to do. I will do my best to try and remember everything that has happened in the last month. Amazingly, Ethan is still asleep this morning. Things have been crazy busy around here. Tiffany went back to work on September 24. The daycare still doesn't have a spot for Ethan for about another week, so we are doing our best to work opposite shifts. This is doing wonders for our sleep schedules. The cat said she would babysit, but I think she has ulterior motives.

First off, I would like to say Happy Birthday to my Dad today. I wish we were in Oklahoma to celebrate with him, but I'm sure the town of Altus is throwing him a party or something.

The beginning of last week we made a little road trip. Our first stop was San Antonio. My cousin Erin was nice enough to put us up for the night while we took her husband and some friends out to the Metallica show. Tiffany's mom (Oma) went with us and stayed with Ethan while we were gone. The show was one of the best ones we have seen on this tour. Tuesday morning we left San Antonio and headed up I-35 to Dallas. After wandering around a used bookstore for about an hour, we checked into our hotel and got ready for Metallica for the second night in a row. We met Matt and Stephanie at PF Chang for a wonderful dinner. After we ate, we dropped Debbie (Oma) and Ethan back at the hotel and headed to the American Airlines Center. My cousin Morgan and her roommate Angie also met us for this show. We had a great time once again. I know what you're thinking. Maybe their lives haven't changed that much. I will say that we were only able to see Metallica three times this year instead of the four shows that we saw last year. I guess life as we know it is over. We spent the next day at the State Fair eating all kinds of things that we should never eat. The highlights this year were deep fried butter, fried peaches and cream, and fried grilled cheese sandwiches. I think they should probably give you a bottle of Lipitor when you walk through the gate. Seriously, it is the one day of the year that I don't even give a second thought to what I am eating. We all enjoyed ourselves thoroughly, but were exhausted already when we hit the road for home. We took the next day off to regroup. Debbie had to go home, so my parents came to spend the weekend with us. They watched Ethan so that we could work. It's terrible being poor and having to work all the time. I have pretty much worked everyday since then. If I think of anything that happened, I will include it in my next blog. Hopefully it will not be another month. I am also planning on putting some new pictures on Facebook later. Oh, and the baby is awake now.