i have blinked and ethan has become a little boy.

he talks. a LOT. he looooves to talk on the phone. if you're lucky enough to catch me on the phone when ethan is next to me, you'll be privileged to some exciting conversation from ethan:

"HI!!!!!"
"how doing?"
"good"
[grunt]
[jibberish]
"HI!!!"
"how doing?"
"HI!!!!!"

...and so on.

he doesn't really stop eating, which might explain why he is so big. (i look at him these days and just marvel at how big my baby is!) he'll pick up (and eat) food on the table, on a chair, on his shirt, on the floor (i know, gross...we're working on it...). pizza is "pazzi" which is pretty cute to hear him say.

he still calls himself "dada" but says "owen" perfectly. he thinks that my/his/whoever's belly is "owen." he knows the name of those he sees the most (nani, nong nong (ninong), lala (lola), mama, dada, 'say-yah, owen, ellie...)

my middle baby...he has to work for the attention he gets. i never suffered from "middle child syndrome" growing up. i will work hard to make sure that ethan doesn't either.