She's great about feeding him and sharing her water. He started in the driveway, heading to the backyard we thought.
Then he had a stop in the living room, which doesn't bother me if it means she leaves her brother alone while he is in his swing. Now he's in her room. I had to sing him a lullaby tonight. 
She didn't bother to come say good morning to me today. Instead I heard the sound of his springs. Not bad for $35...
We did not name this beautiful child James because we are huge Etta James fans. James is Brent's middle name, and Clark was the middle name of one of my great-grandfathers on Nannie's side. There- I feel better now.
We brought in a bag of toys for James. Etta decided he needed to play with all of them at one time. She has since put the 5 finger discount on the big fish...
She loves to cuddle and kiss her brother. This usually means that I am wiping his face once she is finished.
Dean and Etta at the zoo in the helicopter at the polar bear exhibit. I wouldn't fly with these two.
Nannie seems to have lost her sucker...
We're slowly getting the hang of things since my parents left. Some days are harder than others, but we'll get there!
This cute little monkey has had a lot to say lately. On Monday she marched into the kitchen and said, "Damn it, I saw a pider(spider) somewhere." I was so shocked I asked her to repeat herself, (plus, it was pretty funny to hear her say it) and then called her father so he could hear what she had to say. She followed that gem up with, "Damn it, I'm having a hard time." She continued to say "damn it" until I told her it wasn't a very nice thing to say.
This weekend it was some lattice for bougainvillea in the backyard. Etta knows that all projects in this house begin with a 2 hour trip to Lowes. Apparently Lowes is a great place to poop, when we bought the washer and dryer she wedged herself behind some appliances to do her business. Brent tells me it was the vacuum cleaners this trip.
Working with Daddy's "sings".
Brent removed his shirt this morning while they were working, someone followed suit shortly there after
and it quickly turned into the outfit below.
I know ya'll are wondering what I did while all this was going on. I was very busy growing a baby.
"CHOCWATE" and a recorder.
Family band.
This stuff was all over the house last year. I confiscated it shortly after she pulled it out of the basket this year. I'm learning.
Later we headed north to Brent's Great Uncle Donald's house for lunch, a confetti easter egg hunt, and more easter booty. Etta loved this "puter" and carried it around most of the day. She also loved Cousin Denise, at one point looking at me and declaring, "She's a nice mommy."
Rolling around on the ground in her Easter dress.
Woo Hoo- EGG HUNT! These eggs were filled with confetti. After the hunt the older kids and adults cracked them over each others heads, and tossed them around the yard. Fun clean up for Uncle Donald. Etta was not into the cracking of the eggs.
Almost posing with me.
The aftermath of allowing her to keep 2 confetti eggs. She decided they needed to be "peeled" around 6:45 this morning.
Under her "cozy blanket" that Meemaw made. She must have this to sleep now.
Riding her new "bike" with Dean.
"My bike, my bike!" She was carrying Nannie's cell and her blackberry when she saw it, and promptly dropped them in the driveway.
Wearing her new "bassrobe".
Help from Sophie with her gift.
Pablo from the Backyardiagans.
Right before she smashed the cupcake with her sleeve.
Dancing with balloons in her mouth with Peepaw.
Playing blocks with great grandmother Odis.
Someone is going to be a big sister, and it isn't me, or Brent. Late August Sherm 2 (she, he, her him) will be joining us. Same deal as last time- no peeking, and names are kept quiet until the arrival.
