Feel Like I Just Blogged

Well, hopefully for y'all I won't have much to say today since my last post was just last night. Easton did not wake up in the night again. Whew!

This morning we went to Circle Time and read firetruck/fire man stories. The 'brary is right next to the fire station. Mama likes firetrucks. Especially since I'm not "allowed" to like firemen anymore :) Easton got some stickers at the end and then he colored a picture of a dalmation with a fire hat. He did a good job, especially sharing the crayons with his neighbors.

Here he is riding his pony properly this morning:

And just hanging around:

And Mr. Serious with the interestingly colored eyes:


Jason and I went over some basic genetics recently, basic because that's as far as I got in college genetics. Anyway, I have no clue where E's eye color comes from. Or hair color for that matter. My knowledge of genetics explains neither. His eyes were a beautiful blue for most of his first year of life. A little too late to "change" color if you ask me but alas, they did change and they're really cool. His hair used to be quite coppery, people even called it red (Grrrr). Now it's kind of a light brown with the same auburn in it. Hmmmm. Both the eyes and the hair have to come from J's side though. They've got all the fancy colors over on that half of E's tree. My side has the simple easy-to-understand colors (and therefore genetics). Oh well. Keeps things interesting.

Is it okay to say I have some slight "finder outers remorse" regarding already knowing the sex of baby Deuce? I like knowing what I'm growing, don't get me wrong, but at the same time I LOVED not knowing with E's pregnancy. I hope the rest of my pregnancy doesn't drag on or anything now. I think our hypothetical "next time" I'll push for not finding out ahead of time. I wanted to try things each way but I think I preferred the not knowing. I love surprises. And since it's another boy I can safely say that I don't think it's made "planning any easier". Plus we still have to settle on a name. Hmph.

Oh, I have fun news I forgot to share yesterday. Easton can say his name (sort of) now! We were at Gymsters and they ask, "Who came to play today?" and all the kids (or usually parents) say the name. I asked E, "Can you say Easton?" and he pointed at his chest and said, "Eay dee". Like Eastie. But complete with the pointing at himself! So he knew he was talking about himself. Until yesterday he would usually call himself, "me" with the pointing. I think that's actually backwards from most kids but since when has E been "normal"? He understands "me" and "you". Like, if you say, "for you?" he'll point at himself and confirm "me!". And now he's added in his name. Fun! Click here for some video.

Well, this afternoon we MIGHT take Blitz to the vet but we might save that for later on too. We've been worrying about him a bit and it's really time to get him checked out. I have to wait for my mom to stop back by or call though. Hasta luego!