How about some Ethan pictures from this month to remind us what this blog is supposed to be about (you mean my angst isn't our top priority here?! whatever).
Ethan sporting the latest in oversized prison wear. It's actually Husband's polo shirt, but wow. Please also note how the polo clashes with the eleventy billion toys strewn about the living and dining rooms.
The last Mr. Skip performance we attended; Ethan mans up one last "high five" for Mr. Skip. *sniff sniff*
The last playgroup *portrait*. Not sure how it ended up looking like a bad shot from Sears. I think the flash reflected off of the blue wall giving it that ethereal backdrop look. Either way, these are the cuties Ethan's left behind. Fat chance of finding such charm, beauty and pretzel Goldfish chowing abilities out here.