Where barfing boys are bed

Porter has had a rough couple nights/days of constant throwing up.  Because I absolutely hate scrubbing carpet, this is my nighttime solution.  Don't judge me.

Looking Ahead

We were sitting around the dinner table tonight eating creamy potato soup out of our homemade bread bowls (a first for me - success!). Flashing forward, Elaine and I started talking about "in 10 years..." Greg chimed in with, "Ethan, in 10 years you'll be driving a car!" And as I'm gritting my teeth at the thought, Ethan hollers, "Yeah! And dating a girl, too!"

Oh my.

The Family Rockstar

We're driving along the other day, listening to one of our favorite kids songs Ninjas in My Room. Ethan has a full-body groove going on in his seat. Then I hear him say - to no one in particular: "I wish I could sing this song in a microphone ... in front of a huge crowd. It would be totally awesome, and they would give me huge cheers." Ah, a budding rockstar.

And ... because he hates when I tell him I'm going to put things on the blog, he begged desperately for me to put something really funny - that he said - on, too. So here goes:

Another kids' song goes on to say something about "the guys in the orange pants."
Ethan: "Orange pants - put THAT on the blog! That's hilarious!!"

[insert convincing courtesy laugh] "BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Thanks, Ethan. That was a good one.