Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It's off to work I go...

I think this is the song that runs through Ethan's head when he wakes up. His life consists of getting things done, trying new things out, putting things in it's place, tinkering, etc. I feel like he was born to work. He has no time to snuggle, love, eat etc (which is what Sophia lives for). His Mantra: What's the job and how are we going to get it accomplished?
Recently, some specific tasks he has had to work through include: Taking a picture with my camera and setting it as my new wallpaper, Organizing his Baby Einstein DVDs, and, my favorite, spending 1/2 hour unlocking the car door, opening it, closing it, and fastening his seat belt. All. By. Himself. I don't even hint at trying to help him for fear of Ethan's 2nd God given gift...his well crafted meltdown.

Testing. One Two...Testing

I enjoy blogging. But sometimes all the stars need to be aligned perfectly in order for me to continue my hobby. No luck this past year. My Grandma's passing took a toll on me emotionally. Along with work, school every day, and a beautifully needy little boy, any creative roadblocks I face while blogging surely would have pushed me over the edge.
So this is just a test. A quick note that will enable me to face my fear head on and see if I survive.
I did it. Hooray. It's on.