Lil G gets into all of his brother’s things, which is causing a bit of contention, Noah is very protective of his stuff, and Lil G is into everything… Rare are the occasions he actually plays with his own things and leaves Noah alone…
Not to mention the fact that he’s into all of MY things as well, and there is nothing at ground level that is safe, and we will have to do what we never needed to with Noah: Move everything up two feet. Unfortunately, there aren’t a whole lot of shelves at that height in this place, so we’ll need new solutions. The CDs have already been moved into a side-cabinet.
And all places that are off-limits are the most interesting of all. Especially the stairs, and the toilet.
Also, the three of us have a cold. Somehow D was spared but then he’s out of town a lot, so not as easily infected? Or something. Anyway, Noah is well enough to go to KG, in fact, he runs there in the morning. Runs! In the morning!
Lil G is suffering a bit more, there is pain from teeth coming in that only Tylenol can ease, and the clogged nose makes it hard to sleep and drink. But he’s still a cheerful little bug. So little gets this one down. He can’t possibly be mine.