It was a sad week for Andrew. They took away his pacifier (which was attached to a cute little beanie baby monkey). He only got it at naptime and looked forward to those glorious hours. So did his grandfather. Ryan Joseph came in the morning and said he had to do surgery on Andrew’s little monkey. When naptime rolled around, Andrew’s face was aglow in anticipation, only to discover Monkey had had an amputation. Shock followed by disgust, followed by frustration registered on his face. Monkey was thrown from the crib. I tried to talk him into it, only to have it made clear to me that the amputation has ended a lifelong relationship.
The new haircut seems to have affected him, as well. He pulls on his own hair, his brother’s hair, his grandmother’s hair and even his grandfather’s hair.
We took the boys outside to sit in the backyard on Friday. It was windy and the boys were trying to blow back into the wind. Thankfully, they haven’t tried spitting in the wind, yet.
Gramma made sweet potatoes, that stick nicely to a spoon for little boys who want to feed themselves.
Andrew took three steps last week after leaving Gramma’s. After hearing that, I kept thinking about why he didn’t take them a couple of hours earlier, so I could have seen it. Then I realized, you have to put them down for them to walk. Nathan took his steps here this Friday. I’m catching on.
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