Everything's a competition

N seems determined to outdo his brother in just about everything he can possibly do.  He "cooked" longer, was born bigger, eats more, grows faster, etc etc.  I'd have to go back and see who got the first tooth sooner and all that, but he probably got that sooner, too, knowing him.  So I guess I shouldn't really be surprised that yesterday he decided to beat out his brother in yet another area...eye injuries requiring a trip to the emergency room.

Likes & Dislikes

Likes:
Z - thomas the tank engine, trio building blocks, pears, spinach, fisher-price radio (online), ode to joy as performed by beaker of the muppets, and everything else he liked last month (hasn't been much new going on here lately!)
N - crawling crawling crawling!, pulling himself up to a stand using anything around him (including his brother), pretending to be a prison inmate at the kitchen gate, trying to play with whatever big brother is playing with, being permanently affixed to mommy, trilling and clucking his tongue and blowing raspberries, eating baby food directly from the pouch (mommy forgot a spoon...)
Mommy - getting to sleep until 8ish several days in a row (still getting up in the middle of most nights, though), slobbery baby kisses, energetic toddler hugs, having Daddy working from home now, seeing Z go out of his way to find a toy to give N (even if it's really just to get N to leave him alone!), losing weight

Everybody wants to be a cat...

When I was young (between 5 and 10, maybe?) I had a thing about cats.  I really liked them, I wanted to have one, and really, I wanted to be one.  Cats have it MADE. There were at least two times where I KNOW that I "walked" around on all fours meowing...in public.  On purpose.  And let me tell you, an (old) asphalt parking lot is rather hard on the "paws," especially if you're wearing a skirt.

Up, up, and away!

N has been putting lots and lots of effort, every day, into trying to catch up with his big brother.  You could just see it in his eyes, while rocking back and forth on all fours, thinking "gotta learn to crawl, gotta learn to crawl, I'm missing all the good stuff!" only to fall on his belly yet again.

(cricket, cricket)

Ah, it's been so peaceful here in blog-land...no annoying posts to read, just nice quiet nothingness.

Oh wait, you wanted new posts?

You didn't like the silence?

Well, I guess I probably COULD post something about the boys...