Friday, November 30, 2007

A Friday Post- or- I'm too tired to come up with a good title

Ethan's in his crib whining to his mobile about what a mean mommy he has. For some reason I seem to think that he needs sleep occasionally and keep trying to get him to nap. There has been VERY little sleeping on his part for the last 24 hours, and I am determined to change that.

The munchkin decided to run his first fever last night. Never got above 99.6 (armpit temperature), so wasn't a fever worthy of calling the doctor. At least, that's what I kept telling Daniel. In our house, the roles of "worrier" and "it's fine, it's nothinger" are a little reversed. When something goes wrong with Ethan, no matter how minor, Daniel's the one that clutches the baby in fear and says "should we take him to the doctor/emergency room?" And I say "no, it's nothing". But then I sneak into the living room and look things up on the computer, or pull out one of my multitudes of baby books to research the issue.

Ethan's fever went down by 1:30 AM, but then he had an upset tummy and seemed to just generally be feeling rotten. This led to him deciding that I was not allowed out of his sight all night, so he slept on the bed next to me during his brief sleeping times, against my better judgment. Daniel was banished to our bedroom, since we do need him to actually do decently at his job during the day.

This was just a very minor illness, and he seems to be pretty much better today, if a little fussy. I'm dreading the first real sickness. It's so hard to see your little one feeling bad and not be able to fix it.

So, we're going to just rest today and hopefully Ethan will be feeling completely better soon. I hope you all have a great weekend- they're predicting snow here in Seattle! Stay warm and well!

Thursday, November 29, 2007

A year ago

A year ago today was the day before my life changed forever. November 29 was the last day that I didn't know about Ethan's existence, on the 30th there was a very very faint line on the pregnancy test. So faint that I didn't even tell Daniel until I tested again on the morning of December 1st. At 4 AM. November 30th of last year was probably the longest, strangest day of my life, knowing that I was probably pregnant, but not being 100% sure. But on the 29th I didn't know what was about to happen. We'd been trying for a few months to have a baby, but I didn't really have any indications that November was going to be any different from the months when I wasn't pregnant.

What a difference a year makes.

Ethan and I went downtown today to have lunch with my coworkers and do a little shopping. I have a kitchen drawer that keeps eating my kitchen utensils, so I needed to get an organizer for that. We had a good lunch, with only minimal fussing. This time we went to FareStart for lunch. It's a great program that trains formerly homeless people to work in restaurants. Great, affordable food, good atmosphere, and socially responsible. What more could you want from your lunch! If you're in the downtown Seattle area, check it out.

The drawer organizers are calling- I need to put naptime to good use and get some stuff done!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007


Before I get in to the real post, I thought I'd answer a question from a previous post. Yes, Daniel is Canadian- his family emigrated there from Hong Kong when he was 8. So he's a Canadian citizen and Ethan will be as well, once we finally get ourselves up to Canada and get the pictures taken for his application. The Canadian government is beyond picky for the requirements for the photos, so we have to wait until we're in Canada, as American photographers are just too confused by the whole thing.


I am reading a novel right now, and it's a good book. By Luanne Rice, called What Matters Most. And in this book, the main characters are trying to find a son they gave up for adoption 23 years before. In one section, the mother is describing how she felt when she held her newborn son and then had to give him away. I was completely unprepared for my reaction to this. The deep pain that I felt for this fictional character and the almost overwhelming sense of nausea and the thought of giving away a baby. It just made me want to run into Ethan's room and grab him and hold him. I don't know how people find the strength to make that sort of decision- even though they know it's right for the baby- I just can't imagine.

I'm still so caught off guard by the depth of my love for Ethan. Especially since it took a while- I was not a mother who deeply loved her baby at first sight. I liked him and worried about him and wanted to take care of him, but this love took time. People try to explain mother-love, but it truly is incomprehensible until you live it.

Okay, I have to stop posting and go hug my baby. Naptime be damned.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

A new favorite picture

As I've said before, Ethan's a pretty laid back baby. He doesnt get mad often, thankfully. But when he does, he can scream at levels that I never imagined such a little baby could reach. The other day I was getting off the elevator with the groceries, and could hear him all the way down the hall from our condo. Daniel was trying desperately to get Ethan's bottle warmed up, but apparently wasnt moving quite fast enough. I'm not sure Daniel's ears have recovered yet.

Ethan also likes to pout sometimes. It's the cutest little pout. And it works, honestly. We are powerless against it.

A quiet Tuesday

Yesterday I was reading a baby magazine, and commented to Daniel that the magazine said that babies Ethan's age should be sleeping 10 hours at night. Which Ethan doesn't normally do. He must have heard me and felt some sort of baby peer pressure, because he slept 10 1/2 hours! He then woke up, ate and projectile vomited his entire breakfast all over me, necessitating a complete change of clothes for he and I both, but at least we had had a good nights' sleep before that fun event.

Just spending the morning working and contemplating what else to do today. It's a pretty, but cold day outside. Also trying to organize photos online and order copies for my scrapbooks and for Daniel's parents.

Speaking of Daniel's parents- Daniel sprung some news on me yesterday. When we go up to his parents' place in Vancouver, we usually stay at a hotel, since their condo is very small and all their spare beds are twin sized. And because the condo is filled to the brim with breakable knick-knacks, making it an overall not baby-friendly place. And because, while his family is lovely, they do stress me a bit, and I need time to decompress. We were discussing his need to make a hotel reservation last night, when he uttered this terrifying sentence "Sure, I'll look at the hotels and see what's available. But, my mom really wants us to stay at their condo and has it all figured out." So, now we're staying at his parents' place for the 4 days that we're in Canada. I agreed to the plan since his parents do need to spend time with Ethan, but warned Daniel that I'll probably be a little nuts by the end of the trip. Or a lot nuts. Not sure exactly. We'll see how it goes.

Time to go be productive now. I think grocery shopping is in my future for today.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Seattle Center activities

I went to the gym today- hurray! On my way home, I had one of those fun Seattle experiences. The Seattle Marathon was today, with the finish line for the race located at the Seattle Center. Also at the Center today was the wonderful Pacific Northwest Ballet's production of the Nutcracker. So, at 12:40 when I drove past the Seattle Center, runners were running to the finish line, but having to dodge small girls in frilly dresses who were walking hand-in-hand with their mothers along the same path. The sight brought such great joy to me as I drove home from working out.

We went out to the Center later in the day to show Ethan the Winterfest train. He was slightly less than impressed. But we had fun.

Ethan was less ethusiastic than we were.

Thanksgiving recap

Ethan has decided to protest his afternoon nap, so we'll see how many breaks I have to take during the writing of this post!

Our flights to Roanoke went really well on Monday. Ethan slept most of the flight to Cincinnati, we made our connection just fine, and then he slept the whole flight to Roanoke. After creating a hugely poopy diaper right at take-off, which we couldn't do anything about until landing in Roanoke (a 40 minute flight), since there was turbulence and we weren't allowed up and about. Mom and Dad were thrilled to see Ethan and eventually remembered to say hi to us too.

The weather in Roanoke was unbelievable this week- 70 degrees the first two days we were there, and nice and sunny the whole time. My brother and sister-in-law arrived Wednesday night, right before we all went to a Thanksgiving Eve service. Dad (one of the three pastors involved in the service) held Ethan while he greeted the people as they left the service, so Ethan met a lot of people in one evening. The other two pastors did not have cute grandbabies to hold, so got much less attention.

Thanksgiving was nice- Mom and Anita and I survived being in the kitchen and the food was good. Mom had bought 29 pounds of turkey (for 6 adults!), so we only made a good dent in it, but we made a valiant effort. Friday was our biggest adventure- a family picture at Sears! It went well though, Ethan was intrigued by the lights and looked cute in all of the pictures.

Then we headed back home yesterday. The return flights didn't go quite as smoothly. Ethan was the annoying baby on the plane for part of the trip. But he wasn't the only screaming child, so I didn't feel too bad about it. It was wonderful to get home last night and get back to our condo. Pretty much the only really tough part of the trip was getting home and finding out that there had been a miscommunication with our cat sitter, and no one had been to check on my furbabies since we left. They had enough food for most of our trip and still had water left when we got home, so it was really just a matter of petting them and apologizing profusely to them. The cat sitter felt awful when she heard. I think she's more upset about it than anyone else, since she really loves our cats. But they're fine, and that's what matters.

So, now it's time to readjust to real life. We did a pretty good job of keeping Ethan on West Coast time while we were gone, so that is helping a bit. Just have lots of laundry to do, pictures to upload and groceries to buy! Speaking of, I should stop blogging and go do those things!

Sunday, November 18, 2007


The giant suitcase is packed, the very full diaper bags are packed, and our clothes are ready for us to put on tomorrow. The cats are glaring at us, and eyeing the suitcase. Hopefully they will leave it alone for a while longer.

We're heading out early tomorrow morning. Daniel's going to have to drop me and Ethan off at the airport, then go to the off-site parking lot to park the car, then take the shuttle to meet us. I'm in charge of checking the suitcase while I wait. Then we plan to go enjoy the Seattle airport (which really is lovely) and take approximately 1,000,000 photos of Ethan at the airport.

So, that's all from me for a while. I wish you all a very wonderful Thanksgiving and wonderful time with your loved ones. I know I have so much to be thankful for this year- I hope you all do too.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

A year ago

By my calculations, my little munchkin was conceived somewhere around this time last year. It's hard to believe that this whole crazy journey has only been going on for a year. It seems so much longer. I already can hardly remember what my life was like before Ethan. A lot less laundry, that's a definite memory though.

We're staying close to home today due to illness and the monsoon like rain outside. I've been using the time to clean the condo and do laundry. The pile on the dining room table grows ever larger- fitting it all into a suitcase and two diaper bags is going to be interesting!

Friday, November 16, 2007

Dear God, is it still Friday?

Daniel's got my sickness now. He has a sore throat and no voice, which is where I was last Saturday. I'm on to the slight fever and earache part of the illness. I hate to still be sick- it's going to depress him, seeing how far he has to go before he's going to get well! Thank goodness, Ethan still seems fine. He's probably saving his germs for Monday, when we're on the plane :)

So, today I spent the day researching car seats and convincing Daniel to come work from home this afternoon so that I could get out before Seattle traffic made it impossible to actually make my way to any of the local Targets. I ended up at a Target in a part of town that I had never seen before, and that I prefer to never see again. I bought a car seat and some cat urine remover spray. Used the spray on the infant car seat. It sort-of worked, the smell is very minor. But I think we're going to stick with the new car seat anyway, and stick the infant seat in the closet for train trips and such.

Ethan's new car seat is like a baby throne. Seriously, the kid is going to be begging me to take him on car trips. The car seat is the most luxurious thing I've seen in a long time. We put him in there to test it out, and he gave us a look that said "I'm so glad you finally caught on to the type of amenities that I prefer from now on." I just really hope that it fits in the car when Daniel goes to install it tomorrow.

A couple of follow-ups

Sorry, I'm going to sound whiny here for a minute.

1. Went to put Ethan in his car seat. Realized that the smell of cat urine that I couldn't locate earlier in the morning was coming from the car seat. The fabric is removable and washable, but the straps are not. So, now I'm stuck in the house today (don't have the energy for public transport) and we're probably going to have to buy a new car seat. Thankfully this one was a one that we got from my aunt and uncle for free. But I dont know what we're going to do about this problem. I love my cats so much and would be heartbroken to have to give them up. But we only have a 3-room condo, and I can only lock them out of so many places. And I cant have them destroying all of Ethan's things. Sigh.

2. Several of you commented on my post about the car seat at my parents' house. Mom got completely lucky and ran across a community fair the day she bought it, including a police-operated car seat installation. She said it took 3 policemen to install the seat. I'm SO glad my parents didn't try to figure it out on their own.

Ah, Friday

It's a lovely, rainy Friday morning in Seattle. I'm trying to decide whether to spend the day packing (boo) or to head out to wander around the mall and do some shopping (yeah!). I've been piling things on the table all week, but that's the extent of the packing so far. I keep hoping for the magic packing fairies to show up and take care of things for me. No sign of them yet.

Jenny the cat is still mad at us about something. She hopped up on the bed this morning and was about to wet on the bed again. Sigh. I know it's not a health problem with her (we've had her checked out by the vet), but I'm not sure how to make her stop wetting.

There's really very little worth blogging about going on here. We did finally get out of the house yesterday to go to my church new moms' group, which was nice. Other than that, our days have passed in a haze of coughing and sneezing. And trying to figure out how many outfits to pack for each of us in our carry-on bags. I have a feeling there's little chance that we're all three going to make it all the way to Virginia in the clothes that we leave Seattle in. Not with Mr. Poop and Spit-up Boy on hand.

Well, it sounds like I have a messy diaper to attend to. Then it's off to the mall (packing didn't stand a chance).

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Oh my goodness

I should be at PEPS this morning. But, given that my cough has actually increased in intensity and makes me sound like I have a mild case of tuberculosis, I opted to not go and hang out with 12 babies. Their moms probably would have pelted me with baby bottles if I had come near their little ones. And I wouldn't have blamed them in the least.

So, instead of being out and having something to do, I'm home. And am beginning to freak out because "OH MY GOODNESS I HAVE TO FLY ACROSS THE COUNTRY DURING THANKSGIVING WEEK WITH A 3-MONTH OLD BABY!!!!!!". What were we thinking. I'm not ready to do this, not ready to put Ethan and Daniel and myself through the hell of jet lag and being off our routines and WE HAVE TO BE THAT COUPLE WITH THE BABY ON THE PLANE!!! People are going to stare at us in the gate area and mentally will the gate agents to make us sit as far away from them as possible. Preferably in a soundproof booth or somewhere on the wing of the plane.

Okay, I'm going to make a list of the things that I'm freaking out about.
1. Ethan need naps. He naps best when it's quiet and we're home, because he likes to watch people and loves lights. Therefore, the airplane is going to be fascinating to him and he's not going to want to nap, which is going to lead to screaming.

2. I have to breastfeed. In public. With some stranger sitting in the airplane seat next to me.

3. We have to get through security with 2 diaper bags, 1 baby bjorn, 1 laptop (Daniel needs it for work), 2 adults who have to remove shoes, belts, etc., at least 1 bottle of breast milk (which I have to declare separately in the security line), Daniel's evil Blackberry and all the other contents of his pockets, and one very wiggly baby.

4. We only have an hour to connect in Cincinnati on our way out and an hour to connect in Atlanta on our way back.

5. Daniel has to drop Ethan and I off at the airport and go park the car off-site, since we aren't taking Ethan's car seat and I don't want to ride in the parking shuttle with him unsecured. I just hate letting Daniel out of my sight when I'm already stressed. I've been flying my whole life, have made multiple trips across the globe by myself, to countries where I don't speak the language and I've always been fine. But adding one 12 pound person into the mix just makes it a whole new ballgame.

6. Our cat sitter is amazing and great and the cats love her more than us, but I still hate leaving my furbabies for 5 days.

We'll be fine. I know that. We'll get to the airport way too early to be sure that we have oodles of time for parking the car, check-in, security, and getting food. And I cant do anything about the connection time. I'm just going to be so glad when this travel is done and we're safe and sound in Roanoke!

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

My poor dad

One of the major drawbacks of traveling with children is that they require stuff. Lots of stuff. I'm very much in the "travel with as little stuff as is humanly possible" school of thought. When my best friend and I spent a week in Spain, we managed to each take only a tiny little carry-on suitcase.

But now I have to practically use a forklift to load my car with all the paraphernalia that we need for a week-long trip. This does not amuse me.

Thankfully, my parents have decided to purchase a car seat for their home in Virginia, so that we don't have to drag our infant car seat across the country next week. Hurray! My mom and I have both spent the day today looking at car seat reviews and trying to find the most affordable and safe car seat that we can find. And we managed that, and I think she's headed out now to pick one up.

Which then will leave the car seat responsibility in my dad's hands. And, horror of horrors, he's going to have to read the instruction manual. Which is about as terrifying for him as traveling with lots of stuff is to me. And I've also requested that, after he subjects himself to reading instructions, they take the car in to have their installation checked at a fire station. I'm pretty sure that asking a man to both read the instructions and admit to someone else that his work may not be 100% right and that it needs to be checked... well, it's pretty much a mental emasculation.

But it's all for Ethan's sake, and we all adore Ethan. So we'll continue with packing giant piles of "stuff" and admitting that we might need to read instructions and ask input from others. I'm adding this to the list of things for which he owes me. Big time.

Monday, November 12, 2007

You guys better appreciate this post

I'm using up my remaining store of energy to write this post. I hope you all appreciate it. :)

We had a good trip on the train on Thursday to Portland. And a good weekend at my grandmother's house. Then I got sick about halfway through the weekend, and my voice has been completely gone since Saturday night. Ethan keeps staring at me, as if thinking "you look like my mommy, but you dont sound like her." We got home last night, thank goodness. It's always so nice to get home and get us all back to our routines.

Although it's great to be home, today sucked. Big time. Ethan wasn't bad last night, but I couldnt breathe when I tried to sleep and kept coughing, so I was up half the night. Thankfully Daniel took the 6 AM wakeup call from Ethan and fed him a bottle, so I got to sleep a bit more. But when I got up at 9, there was a work crisis going on, and our cat Jenny had decided to punish us for our absence this weekend by wetting on our bed and Ethan's playmat. So, I got to do laundry this morning, in between answering work emails and trying to convince Ethan to nap. And coughing.

Daniel is due home any minute. He's probably going to find me sprawled out in the middle of the floor and trying to convince Ethan not to cry. Because Ethan has either caught what I have, or is teething. If we survive this week, it's going to be a miracle.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

I know there's no instruction manual, but is there a translation guide?

I wish I spoke baby today. My poor little one is unusually fussy today. And he hasn't slept well in a couple of nights, which is fun for all. Today he's fighting naps, but is so clearly tired. He just doesn't seem like himself. I wish someone could translate his cries and whines for me.

We're off to Portland on the train tomorrow. We'll be at my grandmother's for a few days. Daniel will drive down to join us on Saturday. Hopefully Ethan will like the train as much tomorrow as he did last time we traveled Amtrak. I'm sure my grandmother will be thrilled to see us and shocked at how much Ethan has grown in 8 weeks.

I hope you all have a wonderful rest of the week and weekend.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

The end of a very nice day

Daniel realized the other day that he has 140 hours of vacation time left for the year (and he will lose it all if he doesnt use it!), so he took today off to spend with Ethan and I. We had a lovely day. Ethan didnt sleep well last night, so we were up. A lot. But that's so much less annoying when I'm not worrying about Daniel having to be functional the next day. We had a nice morning, and I made it to the gym (hurray!), then we headed out on the bus to downtown.

At the bus stop we met the nicest lady- she lives in the retirement home one block from our place. She is 86 and still riding the bus around the city. She was headed to Macy's to find a nice outfit for a family wedding. What a precious lady and so much fun to chat with.
We had a lovely lunch at a Thai place in Pike Place Market, did a little shopping at Cost Plus World Market (one of my 3 favorite stores), and then headed to the Seattle Aquarium. I missed a Seattle Mom Blogs outing to the aquarium last week :( so was happy when Daniel suggested that we go there today. We hadnt been since the new part of the aquarium was opened. It's really beautiful. And not crowded on a Tuesday afternoon, which was lovely. It was just so nice to have a leisurely afternoon with my boys.

Daniel did end up on one work call when we got home tonight, but I'll let that slide. I know it's hard for him to be away mid-week. Taking a day off just means he'll be more buried with work tomorrow, but hopefully this time helped him to be able to relax and recharge a bit. He works so hard.

Anyway, that was my nice day. And I hear my little one, up from his nap, so I better run!

Monday, November 5, 2007

I think I might be sick

I just logged in to our bank account to check on the status of a few things, so that I could update my records in Money. And there was a direct deposit from my company. MY LAST REAL PAYCHECK. As of last week, I've wiped out my vacation/sick time, and am no longer receiving a full paycheck. I'm still working a few hours here and there and will, for the next few months, probably make a few hundred dollars each month from that. But not my usual amount of income. Even if/when I go back to work this spring, it'll only be part-time, and 99.9-120% of my paycheck will go to daycare.

I'm suddenly feeling kind of overwhelmed. Not about the finances necessarily, my husband has a good paying job, so I'm blessed to be one of those women whose paycheck is just icing on the family's income cake. Just overwhelmed because in some ways, that was my last hold on my old life. The life where I got dressed up and went to work in my downtown office, my high heeled shoes clicking on the halls of the building.

Now I'm sitting on my living room floor, wearing my pajamas, working on a laptop while watching my baby carry on a long conversation with the toys hanging down from the top of his playmat. I'd give anything to know what he's talking about with them. This is a good life, a wonderful life. But it's so different from where I was just a year ago. So much different that it still catches me off guard and simultaneously fills me up with so many different emotions that I want to either cry, laugh or vomit.

Well, Ethan's calm and hopefully drifting off to sleep, so I should go work and earn my few dollars for the month. Daniel has said that any money I earn can be mine to do whatever I want with. I'm sensing a trip to Sephora in my near future!

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Half-way through the weekend

I feel like it should be Monday today- we did so much yesterday that it felt like we used up the whole weekend!

The highlight of the day yesterday was when my husband got up early, got ready and LEFT WITH THE BABY!!! For 2.5 hours!!! He went to meet a good friend of his and his friend's baby for coffee. It was the first time Daniel had gone out alone with Ethan, and the first time I've been alone in the condo without the baby. It was so quiet and peaceful. Lovely. I slept for about 30 minutes, then got up and rushed around doing miscellaneous things that I never get done. Including getting all my photo albums up to date. It's so nice to have the pictures in the albums instead of balanced in piles on top of the albums :)

Did a bunch of other things yesterday and then wrapped up the evening by (I cant believe I'm admitting this) watching Legally Blonde- the Musical on MTV. It was actually really cute and funny, and I don't normally like musicals. We also had a long discussion last night about balancing work and family time, but that wasn't cute or funny, so it's not as much fun to write about.

Ethan seems to be going through some sort of massive growth spurt. He's eating every 2 hours, massive volumes. I'm trying to get in as much water as I can- I'm afraid my supply isn't going to keep up with his demand! We've only had to defrost one bag of milk from my stash so far though, so that's nice.

Gotta run- need to clean the litter box and then get ready for church. Another busy day ahead today!

Friday, November 2, 2007

Performance review

I had to do a self-evaluation as part of my annual performance review for my job. This was not my most career-oriented year, to say the least, so the evaluation was kind of laughable at times. But I got it done, and that makes my supervisor happy, and that's good.

But it got me thinking. I need a 90-day performance review for this job, this motherhood thing. What other job hires you full-time, permanently from day 1 and lets you do a job that you're utterly unqualified for, with no supervision and no 90-day evaluation from someone with job experience. I need validation and kudos! I need a raise! :)

Overall I've just had a lot on my mind lately. A good friend of mine is in a situation which has been prolonged and painful and now seems to be going in a direction that I really hoped it wouldn't go. And I'm sad. And I'm having to keep myself away from the situation for my own mental well-being. Which is hard, and possibly not the right thing to be doing right now, but I've run out of things to say to her about it. She's an adult and gets to make her own decisions. Darn it. I still love her and communicate with her about other things, but not this particular part of her life. And I don't know how that's going to affect our friendship.

As for motherhood, boy do I miss the part of life where there were right and wrong answers about things. Parenthood pretty much seems to be trying to find the right shade of grey for yourself and your family- there are very few situations when the answer really is as simple as black or white. I like absolutes and facts and things like that, so it continues to overwhelm me at times.

One of the decisions that I'm going to have to make soon that has no right or wrong answer is about my job. I love my job (for the most part), although it's challenging and stressful and tiring too. But, if I just go back to work part-time, after we pay for daycare 2-3 days a week, I'll be bringing home just a few hundred dollars per month. Which doesn't seem worth the effort. I can make that much working on an on-call basis from home, which is what I'm doing now, but it's challenging to work in such a small condo with a baby, and will get harder as he gets bigger and more mobile. The third option, of course, is resigning altogether for a few years, and going back to work when Ethan goes to school. Which has a whole 'nother set of issues that comes with it (such as the fact that I would probably go stark raving mad)
They tell you that life will never be the same. Boy, they weren't kidding.

I think about these things all day, then we get to the evening. And I'm sitting on the couch with Daniel and Ethan and the cats, and I realize that they are what matter in my life right now, and the other stuff will sort itself out with lots of prayer and time and patience. I'm blessed beyond what I ever imagined in my wildest dreams.

So, that's all for me for this afternoon. We're having friends come over for dinner tonight, so I need to stop contemplating and go dust. Our poor friends cant make it to our place until 7:30, and we're practically comatose by 9, so they might not get much intelligent conversation from us. I hope you all have a great Friday- I'll send you out into the weekend with a picture of my darling Ethan in his Halloween costume.