Happy 7 Months, Ethan!

Ethan turns 7 months old today. He is getting his 2nd tooth, sitting up and trying to talk and crawl. He is getting so big!

Ethan is still a very happy baby. He loves to move around and blow rasberries. He thinks his big brother is hysterical and seems to enjoy wrestling with his daddy.

Happy 7 Months, Monkey!

Swine Flu and More

Yesterday Chase's school called me and said Chase was running a 102 fever and to come get him. By the time I picked him up and brought him home, his fever was up to 103.7...poor baby. We alternated Tylenol and Motrin all day, but his fever never broke. After a very long night of high fevers, crying and vomitting, we took him to the doctor's office this morning. Chase tested postiive for the flu. His doctor said it's most likely the swine flu since Chase has already gotten his flu shot and it's not regular flu season yet...it's swine flu. Please keep your fingers crossed that poor little Ethan doesn't catch it, too, he's too young! This is what the swine flu does to a three year old...I don't think there has been a single day in Chase's life when he has ever fallen asleep on our sofa!
Ethan has really been talking up a storm and trying his hardest to crawl. He is close to saying "Dadda" and he is rocking and scooting all over the place. It shouldn't be too long now.

Ethan Graduated!

Yesterday was Ethan's last day of physical therapy. His therapist said that he is turning his neck so well that she could barely tell which side he was having problems with. Although his head is still a little flat on the left side, it has rounded out quite a bit and I don't think we're going to have to put him in the helmet.

Also, Ethan is officially sitting up. He can't get in the sit up position on his own, but if we sit him on the ground, he will stay sitting up on his own. Looks like we can finally start going on wagon rides again!

Ethan sitting up:


High Five from Big Brother

Ethan loves to grab Chase's hair, and Chase thinks it's hilarious when his bubbie "gets him"

This is what Chase does when I try to brush his hair in the morning. He runs away from me yelling and laughing, "You can't get me"! What a stinker!