Check out the baby feet that are so squishy and round before learning to walk. Nom nom nom nom
I also love that these pictures were taken before the first trimming of the old man comb-over he rocked for the first eight or nine months of his life.
Seriously. That butt? I know. Someday he will be beyond mortified that I have a picture of his butt posted on my blog. I don't care. I made that butt. I can put it on my blog
But after reading Sarah's post, I remember the panic-inducing chaos that revolves around those places during the holiday season and so I thank her from the bottom of my heart for sharing her harrowing ordeal and reminding me why I've not been in three years.
So yesterday instead of braving the mall crowds and the onslaught of glaring flash bulbs, stressed out moms on the edge, and H1N1 germs, Husband and I took Ethan to our neighborhood park, encouraged him to play in the leaves and smile a lot while we snapped upwards of 300 pictures in the hopes of finding two or three to slap on a holiday card.
I learned a couple of things yesterday. One is that we've entered the age of the cheesy grin and there is no going back. When you ask Ethan to smile now, his face scrunches up to such a degree that you're not sure he's smiling, or making the universal face for "I have to pooooooop!" He accompanies the face with his only DJ-scratch "ch-ch-ch-che-cheeeeesy-cheese-cheese!!!" every. single. time. If he's not giving you the scrunched-face smile and the hip-hop "cheese", he's giving you the back of his head. So when I say that Husband and I snapped 300 pictures yesterday, you kind of get the picture that at least 175 of them were the back of his head and another 100 were of the "ch-ch-che-cheesy-cheese-cheese" variety.
The other thing I learned? And I know I've said this before, but yesterday was a ton-of-bricks moment for me. There is absolutely no trace of baby left in my baby. In so many of the pictures we took, I can see what Ethan will look like as he grows up, not what he did look like when he was a baby. Now, I know I'm a case-du-basket these days anyway (thank you, Follistim for turning this drama queen into full-on lunatic these past two weeks. It's making our home life wicked fun!), but seriously. Look at these....
Right? It's unreal how grown up he looks. For farks' sake, in the last picture, it looks like he's reaching into his pocket for his car keys!! And yes, I did bring a change of clothes to the park. And I seriously cannot stop laughing at that second picture because when we got his hair cut, I specifically told the lady that he is obsessed with the Beatles, so don't cut it too short. And I swear to G-d, if that isn't a freaking Beatles haircut on his head.
So that's the first of my "Two Things"
The second thing?