Stomach flu and parenting don't mix

Chris and I are finally coming out on the other side of a brutal stomach flu, ugh.  Ethan seemed to know we didn't have much energy, and kindly played with his toys solo longer than he usually does.  And as I laid groaning on the couch, he showed off his new skill and pulled himself up to stand on the couch next to my face and flashed a huge smile, over and over.  Nothing made me feel better than that!  Now here's to hoping that he doesn't catch it!

And the race to babyproof begins!

Ethan is flying around the house on all fours, and as of this weekend, is pulling himself up to stand.  Luckily, we had gotten the gate up in front of the kitchen in time!

 

"Ha-ha! You guys were just one step ahead of me!"

  

"Daddy, I can help with the dishes!"

  

"Just because you're a police officer doesn't mean I have to be behind bars!"

  

To this I just smile and tsk, tsk.  He's growing far to fast for his Mommy. 

Putting the "date" in "playdate"!

Ethan had his first real playdate this weekend, and all the moms noticed who had the best moves with the ladies! 

 

"So ladies, come here often?"

  

"I bet your boyfriend can't crawl like this!"

  

"Oh, don't be mad about me talking to your friend!  There's enough of Ethan to go around!"

 

Then, taking his cue from Lady & the Tramp... 

Ethan coyly shared a rattle (spaghetti isn't on their 7 month old menu yet!).

 

Ethan finally found his play date.