A pig by any other name...

wouldn't smell the same...
We took the kids to Halloweekends, at Dorney Park. They had alot of fun, and played games, and ate food, and... Toward the end of the evening, Ethan was getting so very tired, and was being good, but he would have done better if he had, had his pig. So as were searching for bumper cars, We ran across the lady who will guess your weight (a true lady doesn't divulge that...)or your birthday (again, something to go to the grave) or I forget the third thing. If she lost the question, then you got a prize. In the bins of prizes, were a bunch of pigs. So she offered to guess Ethan's weight. (she wasn't correct) and Ethan won a piggy. Now, I am thinking, it is late, he has his binky, all he needs is his pig, and he'll simmer down, right? Wrong. I gave him his new pig, and he promptly threw it on the ground, under the stroller. (little snit). I picked it up, and put it behind him, since the pig is stretched out, it is more like a piggy pillow. We start to leave, and he really starts to fuss. so, in a moment of desperation, I hand him the pig he won. He gave me this look that said WTF mom?, but, with no choice, he settled for the pig that had just joined the growing population of pigs in Ethan's room. (Dana just brought him one back from his business trip).
Last night, when I went to check on him, he had his head on his new piggy pillow, and the littlest pig squished under him, and one pig under each arm. (how CAN that be comfortable??) It was just the cutest thing ever. I wanted to squeeze him, right then and there, but that would have involved waking a sleeping baby; which is (as many of you know) the first cardinal rule in motherhood- you NEVER under any circumstance, wake a sleeping baby, reguardless of how adorable he looks hugging his piggies while he sleeps.