So, it's official. The little guy is walking. Not well, and not far ~ but he is walking. And has teeth. What happened to my little baby? Now there are little boys in our house. And they sure are cute together. Big brother is so very helpful and cute. He is, as predicted, getting a little possessive of his favorite toys... but most of them are not good for the little brother yet anyway. Yet. We have had a lot conversations about sharing, (and I feel sure will have many more) and I have to say that he is, for a three year old, doing pretty darn well with it. He will even take things over to his little brother (LB from here in) voluntarily, especially if the little guy is unhappy. He sings to him and only pushes him occasionally. At this moment, when big brother (BB from here in) pushes him, LB thinks it is HILARIOUS. He still thinks every bit of attention he gets from BB is pure gold and smiles every time BB opens his mouth. Our poor dog can't decide how to feel about it. Bigger boys means better food dropped more often - a definite plus... but mobile boys like to pursue soft fur... not such a plus. BB likes to feed the puppy, though, which is helpful. He also can get the key, unlock and open the door, and let the dog in or out into the backyard... which is helpful, but scary.
So, we are muddling through, and I have a whole new definition for the word "tired." I don't think I really understood it before. I never have trouble sleeping anymore, which is nice. The boys are pretty good sleepers, too ~ finally. It will be better when they are old enough to understand Saturday morning doesn't have to come at 6:00 a.m., though. That will be what, 13 or so?
Until next time, pleasant journeys.
