On Monday, we had thunder, lightning, and pouring rain all morning. Lovely! No pressure to get ourselves out the door.
After breakfast, I put the Gnome in the Moby wrap so that I could clean up, but it quickly became clear that he would prefer to kick and dance on the floor, so I got out the baby gym.
The Critter joined him in the gym.
In bed one morning a few weeks ago, I lay the Gnome next to the Critter so that I could cuddle with both my boys together. The Critter asked me to move his brother — he didn’t want to be next to him — and then told me that he liked us better “when we were three.” That is, just himself, Daddy, and me — no Gnome.
“Hm,” was about all I said. What could I say?
It seems, however, that that confession just might have been a turning point. Because all I’ve seen since then is the burgeoning friendship between these two.