Peanut is 4 months old today. Small fry is 2.4. They are both amazing. Small fry is currently driving his tractor through “lots of traffic” yelling “get out of the way, dudes” and driving through a tunnel (more commonly known as a table). He’s also been stuck in the mud, driven to Meijers, and gone to the doctor, as well as picked up “dirt” (commonly known as carpet lint and dog hair) with his digger. I’m so glad to see such an imagination on him. And earlier, he was drinking “coffee” in the bathtub. Peanut is laughing more, staying awake more and generally a happy baby. He’s been rolling from back to front and today, started scooting around on his belly. As of the other night’s useless trip to urgent care, he weighs 17 pounds. No wonder it’s so hard to lug him around!!!
I love watching them interact with each other. Peanut thinks his big brother is so silly and laughs at him often. He smiles pretty much every time he looks his way. So cute. I feel a case of hero worship coming on.
Oy….tears coming from the playroom following a thump….
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