One more thing...

The other day Ethan jerked his head up and bonked me in the chin. It smarted pretty badly, and I exclaimed 'ouch' loudly and teared up a bit, and I quickly walked out of the room. Weston was home, so he called out to ask if I was okay, and all the boys seemed a little concerned. But it melted my heart with Ethan sought me out in the kitchen, and with very concerned eyes asked, "mommy ok?", and then followed with "I sorry." I hugged him, and assured him I was. It was way too sweet, and really choked me up because I didn't know he was even capable of such an sympathetic, self initiated emotion yet.