Well, its been a while since I posted. Sorry I have been slacking.

Last week was slightly difficult. Ethan caught his first stomach bug. We thought at first it was the almost full jar of applesauce that he ate on Saturday, but the runny diapers lasted until about Wednesday. With that being said, he (and mom and dad) stayed home from Monday until Wednesday, the MD's office received phone call after phone call from yours truly. I was so afraid that he would get dehydrated and have to go into the hospital or something like that. I guess I was expecting the worse. Luckily, Thursday, back at day care, was back on schedule and much better, a more normal day. He ate his cereal, drank his bottles, pooped a more solid poop and kept on smiling. I was so happy on Thursday. Friday was a different question...

While we were at home on Tuesday, I received a call from the day care. The director told me that starting on Monday, Ethan will be moving up to the next classroom. At first I was okay with it, but then I started to think about it. The next classroom up had babies that were sitting up on their own, crawling, pulling up on things. I wasn't too happy about it come Thursday. So I called the director, left a message to call me and she never did. I dropped Ethan off on Friday and found out that the director is out until next Tuesday. So, I talked to his current teacher, Ms. Romona (whom we have grown to love and trust). She assured me that Ethan was ready to move to the next room, that he would be okay, and she would tell that teacher how his routine is. I also talked to the next in line since the director was out. She didn't do anything but make me mad. She shouldn't hold that position. She kept referring to me being a first time mom (first time or third time, a mom is going to worry about her 4 month old in the same room with 6+ mos who are pulling on him and tugging on him and making sure he still gets the attention he needs and doesn't sleep all day), other pregnant moms who need to get back to work (not my problem, there's something called a waiting list that I had to wait on and so should they. The day care shouldn't move babies into rooms they aren't ready for), then she kept telling me to pray about it over the weekend (my praying habits are none of her concerns nor does she need to push religion on a complete stranger...a huge pet-peeve of mine). I was visibly ill with her and had to get out of the conversation quick. Well, bottom line is that he is still moving and the class that he is moving to will have the same age babies as he by December. The older babies will be moving out too. We'll see how it goes and complain as needed. :)

Nick and I had a date night tonight. Grandaddy (Ronnie), Granny (Carlene), and Great-Grandmother (Nick's Grandmother) came up here to visit with Ethan while Nick and I went out. Big thanks to them. We had a great time! It was much needed.

In other news, Ethan is now reaching for things, grabbing things, rolling from front to back, trying to get the back to front, recognizes familiar faces and greets them with smiles, playing peek-a-boo, we are working on sitting up by ourself, and soon we will be starting on fruits and veggies. He is growing so fast. This is so much fun!!!!