Feeding time!

An Etler Holiday

Aizay and baby Hans.

Tonight we heard Aizay cry out joyfully from his room, "Hans, I missed you!" He came into the living room with his baby Hans, and soon demanded that I take a picture and put it on "my email".

Sleep tight and don't let the bedbugs find you with a lack of decorative tabletop storage

Sometimes you just can't sleep unless you have your nice cuddly wicker basket to snuggle with. I'm sure anyone can understand that.

Lullaby

Smile

Aizay wants to know--what's under the hooter-hider? Let's investigate...

In the waiting room

*the first time they weighed her, they got 12lbs which was a little unbelievable. When the weight was corrected, I didn't note the percentile.

As you can see, Coraline and Aizay have similar growth histories.

Potty success!

Aizay is rockin' the model vibe during his professional photo shoot. We were amazed at how handsome he looked...I mean, we knew he was cute, but not this cute. Coraline just looked annoyed. Christine was compelled to spend lots of money on prints. Framed prints, even.

In other news, Aizay had amazing success with the potty this weekend. Twice he peed in the potty, although at this point it requires that he wear no pants around the house. But this is progress people, so let's see some love in the comments for our big boy. Even better is that he suddenly was able to anticipate the need to pee and hold it until he got to the potty. Special thanks to Grandpa (with credit to Great Grandmom) for suggesting the no pants technique.

Also, we discovered that the reason he runs around like a demented chimp in the evening is because he's bored. If you actually play a game or do a puzzle with him, he calms down. I know, I know, we are geniuses for figuring this out. No need to praise us. But last night I wasn't feeling my best, and Christine was feeding Coraline, so Aizay was jumping about like a crackhead lemur. Finally, he got yelled at, so he slouched away, moaning, "I'm sad. No one will talk to me, and I'm frustrated and mad..." Then he sang a long dirge about being sad and frustrated and ignored. I'm serious. It was heartbreaking...and kinda cute, 'cause it made no sense.

Aizay saves big money at Menards

Sick

Aizay had a hard night last night, puking all over the place. We thought he'd recovered this morning, so we gave him a big sippy cup of water (but not his usual milk, thank god). This he promptly geysered all over our bed--Christine had just changed the sheets last night--and his sister's head (they were cuddling with me at the time, so I got a full soaking as well). So we're all staying home today, although I think he really is fine now. We'll see.