We are back from the Big Reunion and I have just about got life back in order. I am so self disciplined I didn't allow myself frivolous blog time until I had paid all the bills, done some laundry and bought some new shoes online. I'll share some reunion photos later--it's just so hard to decide which ones will make the cut. But for today I will share an Ethan moment. Mainly because he just spent an hour and a half eating his one packet of oatmeal and he kept on escaping from the table and I kept on yelling at him (in a loving way of course) to get back and finish his bleepedy-bleep breakfast before the eating disorder counselors were called in.... so I needed to remind myself of some of his more endearing qualities and here is I a funny little story I'll share.
The other night Ethan and I were cuddling. He is our best cuddler by far. But maybe cuddling isn't the right word. He is more of a climber. He likes you to hold him while he tries different climbing positions on your body. Anyway. I patted his little tushie and thought it felt a little more firm than I remembered. I patted again and felt an extra waistband where his underwear was.
Me: "Ethan, are you wearing two pairs of unders??"
Ethan: "What? No! I'm wearing waaaaay more than that! Count them!"
Me: "One, two, three, four, five...Five! Why the heck are you wearing five pairs of unders?!"
Ethan: "I don't know."
The end. He did end up removing four pairs before bed that night after I convinced him he would get a sweaty bum.