"So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it."
I have a lot to mention here. Undoubtedly I will forget some of it, but I'm going to just start typing and see what happens. First, if you tried to call me yesterday, I didn't get your call. Wednesday night while trying to perform a routine software "upgrade" my phone died. Well, died may not be the right word. There were a few signs of life, such as some lights and an occasional screen flicker. Let's go with comatose. The good doctors at the Sprint Store were able to resuscitate it with only some minor surgery and a couple of rounds of dialysis. So far it seems to be functioning normally, only a little different than before. It is sort of like a second chance at life, or in this case 2.1. Overall it seems to be an improvement.
OK, let's back up a bit. Christmas. I can almost remember it. I worked a lot of hours around the holidays this year. On top of that, I had the worst sore throat of my life. Though I didn't actually do a strep test, I did get a giant shot of Rocephin and ten days worth of drugs for it. I felt pretty miserable the week of Christmas, but I did my best to have a good time. I got lots of goodies, but Ethan was clearly the winner in all of this. He now has more toys than anyone could possibly play with. It's kind of funny that you can give a kid anything they could possibly want, but in the end they can have a lot more fun with an empty box. Maybe somebody should share this info with The Container Store. There could be millions to gain from this knowledge.
Saturday, we made our first family trip to the Abilene Zoo. It's not a great zoo, but Ethan seemed to enjoy himself. He did enjoy feeding the giraffes quite a bit. Mostly he was just glad to be outside where he could run around. The sun was out that day, but it was still a little chilly. When it warms up a little, I would like to make a trip over to the Fort Worth Zoo. That night I met some friends at a bar for the musical stylings of Elvis T. Busboy and The Blues Butchers. They were fantastic, though the bar was a weird combination of old people and bikers. Strangely enough, there weren't too many old bikers. Thanks again to Rob for turning me on to them.
On Monday Ethan had his 18 month checkup. There was only one shot involved, which didn't seem to bother him too much. They asked me about a million questions. I might be making these numbers up, but I think that the stats are as follows: 26 lbs., 4 oz., 33.5 inches tall. I can check later, but I'm pretty sure those are correct. I had them noted in my phone until Wednesday. I did backup that info in the form of Tiffany. She will let me know if I'm wrong. Besides that, the doctor said he was totally healthy, growing at a normal rate and all that jazz. Once again, he mentioned that Ethan was going to be tall. Almost everyday he seems to learn a new word. I'm not saying he's a genius, but the doctor said he should know between 20 and 50 words by the time he is 2. We passed that mark a long time ago. Recently, he has learned to say fork and sit, both which kind of resemble other words. He can recognize several colors now, as well as random numbers and letters. We do read to him quite a bit, but I also have to give props to the daycare for teaching him all kinds of things.
I just got distracted by Facebook. That seems to happen from time to time. Apparently my friend Matt is cleaning out old photos. All I can say is that I have a few of those too.
I need to really wrap this up, but one other thing has been bothering me for the last couple of days. I have been a Pisces all my life, but now I am reading that I may actually be an Aquarius. I feel like maybe I have been given bad advice my whole life. I'm blaming the newspaper psychic for everything bad that has ever happened to me. Lawsuits will be forthcoming. I'm also afraid to eat Chinese food now. What if I find out that I was not actually born in the year of the snake? I don't know if I could handle it. Please China, hold your ground.
Happy New Year!
