Dear Ethan, 4/2/2012
Two nights ago we were driving home from Grammy Pfluegy's and you were trying to tell me something. I couldn't quite tell if you were saying, "my farter" or "my father", so I asked you to say it again but louder. Currently at your ripe old age of 2 years and 5 months you must think that louder means to whisper because you repeated what you said more softly then you had before. Needless to say I didn't understand you so I said, "What?" In response you sighed and said "never mind". Looking in the mirror at your little crest fallen expression I couldn't help but smile. I contorted my arm around to hold yours while still watching the road of course, and told you that I wanted to hear what you had to say I just needed you to say it louder. So... you changed to a different story. Mommy's little chatter box ;)
The picture below is proof that your favorite food is "Chinese noodles". Which is technically what you call any pasta.
Anyways I love you son! Daddy and I treasure the the precious spark you bring to your lives!
We will love you forever. We will love you for always.
Daddy and Mommy