Squeals of ...joy?

Ethan is wearing his very last clean outfit today after pooping all over about 10 others (ok, that's an exaggeration) during and after church. He sure had a lot to get out of his system. It's going to be a long day of working to get poop-stains out of everything tomorrow.

Last night, Ethan squealed (squawked may be a better word) throughout the entire hour-long journey home from Sandees. This is a new thing and we are not sure why he does it. The very high-pitched shouts are often accompanied with a large smile, though sometimes they seem tied to the frustration of being stuck sitting backward in a baby seat. He does it every time we get in the car and it sure makes me giggle. But after an entire hour of it, the high-pitchyness of it all got me thinking about jumping out of the speeding car on route 66. Of course, it's much better than last time when he screamed bloody murder the entire way home.