Mom's Little Helper

Mom and Dad were trying to make a dent in our mountain of laundry.  Ethan decided he wanted to help sort.

I wonder if he likes washing dishes?

Blizzard of '09!

Yeah... That's right.  We got about an inch of snow.  Glad I went to WalMart the previous night to pick up my eggs, milk and bread.  A snow storm wouldn't be the same without french toast!

On The Light Track...

The wife and I have been trying to update our house one small thing at a time; one day a ceiling fan, the next a faucet.  This weekend it was time to replace our kitchen light.  This task wasn't exactly high on our list, but that was before I decided to inspect the old fixture and accidentally rip it from the ceiling (that's a story for another day.), thus creating a large, gaping hole about the size of my son's melon.  Not only was Christina less than impressed, but she wasn't about to live very long with a couple of live wires dangling from her ceiling.  Therefore, I moved this task up a few rungs.

Overall we both wanted recessed lighting.  Knowing we neither had the time nor the money to get this done quickly, we decided to try track lighting.  Normally I am not a fan.  Track lighting looks to industrial and modern... give me traditional any day of the week.  However, Christina has mentioned to me on more than one occasion that we live in a contemporary house, not traditional.  Fair enough.  I'll play along.

We went to Lowe's and Christina picked out an average set.  We went home, and after fixing the ceiling, I put up the fixture.  Not bad, to be honest... not bad at all.  I will put in recessed lighting at some point, but this will do for now.

Take a hike, Mom!

Well, not exactly... more like a walk.  Christina decided to throw Ethan in one of our wagons and take him for a stroll around the block.  At this point, it started to get a little chilly so we bundled him up in a red sweatshirt.  

Tell me he doesn't look like Yoda!

Ethan Approves.

Ever since Mom and Dad gave us Adirondack chairs for Christmas (actually, my father hand made them), Ethan has been wanting to go outside and try his chair on for size.  This weekend Memphis had some great weather, so Sunday morning after a couple cups of joe, we took Ethan outside for a test run.

Just if you didn't already know, Pops, Ethan approves.

HEY HO!!!

PITTSBURGH'S GOIN' TO THE SUPER BOWL!

Just sayin'

What a Ham...

No reason to post this picture..  It just cracked me up.  

A New Back Door.

Christina and I wanted to replace our back door since we bought our house.  The original 30 year old door was an absolute train wreck.  First, it had warped so bad if standing outside, you can see the light glaring around the door's border.  It reminded me of a scene in a horror movie where some person is walking down a mile long hallway towards a shut door being illuminated by what looks like nuclear fusion.  Second, this door wasn't exactly square.  You need a PhD in convex quadrilaterals just to explain it's shape.  Lastly, as you can imagine it was a hair drafty.  Driving 80 down I-40 with the windows cracked an inch would be a fair comparison.  So, as soon as we saved the funds, we put one in.  

Needless to say, I'm pleased.

Spoon Man!

Christina and I have been trying to get Ethan to use utensils.  So far, no good.  It's amazing how many things he can use a spoon for INSTEAD of an eating devise: a drum stick, a catapult, a pointer, a ear cleaner, a nose picker, an eye gouger, head scratcher, a pet projectile... even a mini hockey stick used to pass peas back and forth on his highchair tray (usually happens right before the spoon gets medieval and morphs into the capapult.).  Absolutely ridiculous.

Finally after a few weeks, Ethan started to figure the spoon out.  It also helps when you use mashed potatoes.