Kevin and Rusty are getting a lot of bonding moments with me being away so much doing church stuff.
Billy hasn’t really felt 100% since Saturday. He is getting better, but Kevin caught him in Ricky’s bed the other morning. Billy becomes very dependent on his pacifiers when he feels lousy. Four molars pushing through at once makes me willing to look the other way for a while. His position of choice — one pacifier for the mouth, one on the nose, one or more clutched in the other hand.
Ricky has a hard time walking past Rusty without touching and talking to the baby. I am constantly reminding him to get out of Rusty’s face. Today, I was working on dinner and had Rusty in his swing. Ricky couldn’t resist and “coochie coochie cooed” right in Rusty’s face just as the swing was swinging back and they bonked heads pretty good. The baby’s cry at the time was sad, but now I can laugh about it.
This picture would be better if that big butterfly wasn’t in the way.
Isn’t he just cute?
Seriously. Could those kids be any cuter?