Little boys never stop. They never stop singing, dancing, jumping, talking, screaming, eating, spitting, splashing, playing, throwing, wrestling, and tormenting each other . . . at least in this house! They do stop sleeping! Ricky is up at the crack of dawn.
Ricky’s current song of choice is “I’ve been workin’ on the railroad.” He belts it at the top of his lungs and misses half the words and it is SOOOO adorable! My mom took him to the barber Saturday (their monthly outing) and told me that he was sitting in the chair wearing the cape and belting out that song followed by “B-I-N-G-O.” I guess the barber thought it was so cute that he sang along with Ricky!
Ricky was given a pumpkin seed to plant as part of a Primary lesson a few weeks ago and he is so proud of the plant that has grown. He wanted a picture to show his teachers.
To get both boys to take afternoon naps, we initiated the “napping room” for Ricky. All it is is our guest room, but he is really good about napping in there which allows Billy to sleep in his crib in the boys’ bedroom. There is a double bed in the napping room and Ricky enjoys being able to sleep in any position that suits him!
We’ve been cheering on the Jazz . . . I love his little bum!
Billy loves putting things on his hands. He is often in his high chair while I’m fixing dinner and as soon as he sees my oven mitts, he starts grunting and pointing that he wants them! I hand them over and he’s got those fingers inside. Sometimes when I go to put socks on him, Billy sticks his hands in instead of his toes. He thinks it is so funny to have them on and I think it is funny watching him try to do things with them on!
Yesterday we went to the store with Billy (while Ricky was serenading the barber) and he was so sleepy by the time we were through! He usually falls asleep with a pacifier (a habit I’d love to break him of sooner than later), but he’d dropped it and this was the best substitute he could find.
Ricky has FINALLY decided to pedal. That boy can do so much, but he WON’T do it until he is ready–very frustrating for parents. Anyway, Kevin was working in the garage and pulled out the bigger trike that we originally bought him but was WAY too big at the time (could I use uppercase letters a LITTLE more in the paragraph). Ricky hopped on and rode around. Stinker. Billy wanted to ride too, so we took out his rocket and he scooted himself all around as well. There was the occasional crash, but everyone survived.
