Bare Bottoms Rule

Clap Your Hands

In the last couple of weeks Ethan has learned to clap whenever we say "Yeah!", receive high fives (still no active giving five), make the sign "eat" - sometimes frantically, as though he cannot go on without another handful of raisins - and feed himself sloppily with a spoon. Cuteness.

Apple Picking

This morning we went apple picking at Poverty Lane Orchard in Lebanon. It was an absolutely stunning fall day. Ethan ate his own pint-sized apple and Jeremy and I had a few too many Macouns. Ethan had such a hard time standing in the tall grass that we even sat around together as a family for a half hour without having to chase after him. That is a treat we have rarely experienced since the little man went bipedal in July!

I am thankful for some quiet, family time. My medical school coursework has picked up in intensity (although I am experiencing what many before have said - that the material is not particularly difficult or intellectually challenging, just voluminous) and Jeremy is taking on some more responsibility as a student-teacher at Richmond Middle School. We are on the go so much these days - shuffling off to school, daycare, rugby practice, studying, laundry, dishes. It is lovely just to sit in the grass together and eat apples.

Squeakity Squeak

Mike and Amanda Kruse brought Ethan a pair of squeaky sandals back from India. They are fun and silly and really annoying. He only gets to wear them on special occasions.

Squeakers in action:

Sneaky tooth 2.0

While coping with a high fever from some mysterious (day care associated?) virus, Ethan also managed to bust out another tooth. Symmetry and sanity are restored.

Family Fun

The Epsteins and Mitchells rendezvoused in Sachem Village, our new (and bizarrely Stepford) grad student housing development. Unfortunately, Ethan was fighting a wicked virus and was feverish and quite crabby throughout the visit. We were able to have a little fun (and snap a few pics) after the Tylenol kicked in.

Sneaky tooth

Ethan got a new tooth! Neither of us had any idea he was working on it until a few days ago, when I went on an exploratory mission around his gums. Lo! I found a half-emerged molar. No wonder he's been so crabby at night...