I’m not sure if it’s harder to believe the Ethan is already
nine months old or that he has survived to be nine months old. I’m also not
sure if it’s harder to raise a daughter who is overly cautious (Come on, Emry,
just do it!) or a son who has no sense of caution whatsoever (Ethan Hunter
Camus, don’t you dare get near those stairs again!). Talk about extremes.
But, thanks to our Jehovah-Nissi (The Lord our Protector – we’ve
been studying the names of God as a family), Ethan has survived to nine months.
We’ll see if he makes it to ten…
Aside from having no fear, Ethan is all boy. He loves blocks
and balls. He likes to annoy his sister (which is quite easy). He would prefer
to be standing at all times (and so probably running), but he can only do that
if we prop him up against something. He’s eating just about everything, but he
is an extremely picky eater. In his world this means he would live solely on
PB&J, which he scarfs down as if I haven’t fed him in two days. Just about
everything else I have to “disguise” with yogurt and feed him on a spoon. At
least if this keeps up, his favorite meal for his first birthday will be cheap:
would you like strawberry or grape jelly on that PB&J?
Look at me – I love to stand!
This chair rocks!
Sock Monkey, you are stealing my limelight.
Hah! No more pictures with you, Sock Monkey!
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