Some things...

I really should get with the program and figure out how to use Twitter so I can update the blog a bazillion times a day when Ethan does cute things, like on Sunday when he ran down the frozen food aisle at Gelson's, arms spread wide, declaring at the top of his lungs, "I'M A WILD MAN!" because I merely suggested, in a normal decibel and with no flourish, that he may in fact, be a wild man. Or how after watching an episode of Backyardigans about volcanoes, he approached me, pointed to his diaper and said, "Mommy, my bum is a volcano." (and indeed, it was.)

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.

"Bumble bee, fireman. Fireman, bumble bee...."

checking out his loot.

strapping on the candy feeding troughs...

smiley bee

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.