Squish let Bear into his world this morning. They played Buzz Lightyear (Lou was Zurg, or "Zurt" as Squish calls him). They all three ran around the living room (well, to be fair Bear crawled. He still has no interest in walking) Squish fired his lazer. Bear (at the tender age of 11 mos) has already learned to play guns. Such is life in a house full of boys, I guess. Can't walk or talk yet but he knows to stick out his little pointer finger and blow razzberries at you when there is a battle raging in the living room.
It's time to put my little ones down for a nap. I have every crossable part crossed for more than 30 mins. from the Bear. He's getting so miserable from being chronically tired.I'm starting to think our grandmothers had the right idea when they used whiskey for teething:) If it doesn't put him to sleep at least maybe he'll be a happy drunk!
2 comments:
Oh, the thirty minute nap period was torture. I was so glad when Elizabeth finally got over that.
I'm glad they were playing together. :)
Oh how I wish we still didn't know any better than to use whiskey for teething! Life would be grand.
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