But I don't get the whole twitter thing (I am 37 years old, damn it; let me age gracefully!), so I'll just have to try to remember as much of the adorable toddler quirkiness as I can and report to you when I get a few minutes here and there.
In general "blog housekeeping" information, Ethan had his 2.5 year appointment today and he may actually be the scrawniest hot dog, tater-tot, ice cream eating toddler in the universe--22 lbs and 6 ounces. This is where my mother in law (hi, Judy!) chimes in and tells me that Husband was equally petite at that age and I turn off the "stress out" button. It's a routine we've had since Ethan was about four months old it works out well for me.
Also, I realized after my election party post that I was completely negligent about Halloween. How could it be November 11th and I've not plastered my blog full of bumble bee pictures? Seriously. Bad mama.
People go batshit (no pun intended) crazy for this holiday here; next year we'll have to get some skeletons or something because unless your yard looks like a voodoo graveyard, people don't know that you've got candy. Want some candy? We've got extra....
Ethan and the good witch of Studio City.