Banana Boy

Sad to say that my son is a much healthier eater than I am. Ethan loves fruit and vegetables, sometimes even passing up cookies (but not candy) for them. I like to call him Banana Boy because he eats so many bananas -- I ususally limit him to three a day, not sure how many he would eat otherwise.

We had our first doctor's appointment the other day, and Ethan seems to be very healthy. The doctor was psyched that he eats so many fruits and vegetables. (We'll see how long his preferences last when surrounded by American eating habits.) Four injections, half a cup of tears, and six lollipops (kept at the doctor's office for emergencies) later, we were all set.

We had a good holiday. The decorations never got up on the tree, but at least the tree itself finally made it vertical after about a week at our house. A few lights, and voila, here we come holidays. Ethan's big sister gave him a train that talks, which kept him busy all of Christmas day (it sings the ABC's and letters of the alphabet). A few presents later in the day, and Ethan was quite the happy kid. He pointed to his presents and kept saying, "Ethan Azamat?" with a big smile on his face, and we said, "Yes, they're yours!"