My little boy is SO growing up. And along with that comes some cute little Ethanisms.
Me: "Are you excited for your baby brother?"
E: "Yes, and I will teach him how to clean my room."
E: "We are secret spy agents, aren't we mom? Like Finn McMissile. And our car is Finn and we are chasing Professor Z's Lemons, aren't we?"
E: "Oh, no! I was about to say stupid, but I stopped myself. That was good wasn't it, mom?"
E (upon having his door shut for not staying in bed): "Is there anybody out there? Anybody? Hello?"
E: And bad sugar will clog up my pipes, won't it? (he means veins)
Me: Yes, it will.
E: Oh, and I will have to eat lots of fruit to get good sugar to clean up my pipes, huh?
E (upon picking up Dad): What's up Dad? You have a good day?
E (upon finding something shocking): "Are you kidding me?"
E (at random): That's just freakin' me out, Mom! *shakes head back and forth*
And here's a pic from last night. He had to put all his favorite things in his backpack and put it on.
And then here's one from me last night. I'll be 35 weeks tomorrow. Does he look low to you? He feels low. In fact, I'm currently waking at least 5 times a night to visit the bathroom. He's hanging out on my bladder. And before anyone gets excited and thinks that maybe I'll go early. Ethan was the exact same way....and he was forced out at 41 weeks!