Where does that dog expression come from, anyway?? I feel much worse than our canine friend Luther has ever appeared to feel! Other than Todd, who possesses super-human powers of immunity, we have spent most of the past 10 days sick. Sick with all different crud, sick with who-knows-what. Maybe more on that later. But here are the pictures. One a little smudgy and the other just not that great of a photo, but both a little symbolic.
Eleanor on the big kid swings. Since a little before Will was born, and we wanted to prepare her for being the BIG sister of the family, we have asked her if she is a baby or a kid. She always has said "baby-kid", which I think has been pretty on the mark! But just this week Todd asked her that question and got a different answer: "Kid!" And she is. Sleeps in a bed, not a crib. Wears underwear, not diapers. Rides the big swings at the park! She is having a lot of fun being "big."
And sweet William. Already developing quite an attraction to the forbidden, the off-limits, or just the things that are not his! I set him in front of the window a few days ago with one of his toys, and moments later, this is what I found! He had strewn Eleanor's coloring supplies all over and was chewing on a purple crayon. He wants the telephone, the remote, my filthy shoes, the food on everyone else's plate! He often cries when he is denied these desired objects, sounding so sad and hurt! He is my sweet, funny little boy.