Big Tex

It was an eventful weekend.  Saturday was my cousin Rob's 40th birthday party.  Tiffany opted for a quiet evening at home (Sarah's home) while the rest of us were out partying.  We had a good time taking over BoomerJack's in Bedford.  There was plenty of beer, plenty of food, and plenty of good music courtesy of Elvis T. Busboy and the Texas Blues Butchers.  It was fun to visit and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.  Sunday morning, Sarah, Josh, Tiffany, Ethan, and I headed to Fair Park.  We have been going to the State Fair for several years now, and I have never seen so many people there.  There were long lines to everything, and many of the exhibit buildings were so packed that you could hardly move.  I know pushing a stroller didn't help our situation any.  We did manage to get a little junk food in our system, although we passed on this year's food winners.  The fried beer just didn't look that exciting to us, and the lines for the fried Frito pies started somewhere in Fort Worth I think.  We did stop for some fried butter and cookie dough on the way out though.  The day wasn't a total bust.  We took Ethan to see the stunt dog show.  He loves dogs, although he wasn't sure what to think about the three legged diving pit bull.  He also took a spin on the carousel with all of the other kids that can't ride anything else.  Next year he should be old enough to get on some of the "cool" rides.  Other than one quick power nap in the stroller, Ethan was awake the entire day.  I thought surely he would fall asleep as soon as we put him in the car, but he talked to us the whole way home.  At least he was in a good mood.  The rest of the trip was uneventful.  We got home around 8, put Ethan to bed, unloaded the car, and had just enough time in front of the TV to catch up with Dexter before hitting the sack ourselves.  This morning I took Ethan to the doctor for his 15 month visit.  He fell in the parking lot and skinned his knee before we even made it to the door.  Then they gave him three shots, which didn't make him too happy.  He actually handled it pretty well, but the look on his face told me that he wasn't excited to be there.  Afterwards, I took him to daycare.  He seemed just as happy to be there as anywhere, so I guess the doctor's visit wasn't too traumatic.  For my mother, or anyone else who is keeping track, the vital stats are as follows:

23 lbs., 10 oz.
33.5 inches long (Dr. Maslanka said he was basically off the charts for his age.)
good pulse, heartbeat strong, lungs sound good

Also, the doctor was very impressed with the amount of words Ethan can say.  He expects him to start grouping words together within the next couple of months.  I think that's about it.