3. When Alla was a baby, we napped together a lot. There were more naps together than apart, which was pretty much the case well beyond age two, and this, of course, can be attributed to how much she nursed in those first years. Fisher hasn't been a comfort-nurser from day one, and for him sleep and nursing have always been highly separate. It almost has to be this way with baby number two (and beyond, I would imagine), because you just can't ignore your firstborn for hours on end while you sleep-nurse with the baby. But it also means that, except for those early days, when it was safe to let him nap wherever he fell asleep, and sometimes, then, when I laid down right beside him, I'd pick him up and lay that newborn baby on my chest - except for then, he's always napped in his crib, not with me.
4. On Sunday, he decided to throw his lovey out of his crib repeatedly, instead of actually sleeping, so after more than an hour of this, we decided to throw in the towel on an afternoon nap for that day. Rare for this baby. But, I was treated to a sleeping babe at my side after he finished nursing, and I would have left him there to get at least a little rest. But, of course, when you have a big sister, she comes in and squeals at you and you wake up a wee bit disgruntled and out of sorts.
5. The last I see of her on nights when it's Daddy's turn to take her to bed: head on his shoulder, Laila in hand. 5. The kid loves to brush his teeth. Or chew on the toothbrush, I should say. Speaking of teeth, the three oldest Killins' are off to their semi-annual dentist appointments in the morning.
6. I don't think I quite have enough pics of his baby buns-huns.
8. Eagerly awaiting our Adele CD from the library.
9. Eagerly awaiting news of the newest Laughrey.
10. Lastly, I leave you with this hilarious, super-quick snapshot from this morning. We're getting ready to head out the door to take Alla to preschool. I leap over the gate to go start the car, leaving both of them upstairs for a second. Alla is Valentine-ing with a black permanent marker, Fisher is vacuuming up breakfast from the floor with his fingers. I get to the garage door when I hear Alla exclaiming about something or other, so I leap back over the gate to check. She just keeps motioning about marker on a face and I don't see anything on her so I check Fisher, and sure enough, he's all markered-up. I'm pretty sure I conjured up the most shocked face I could muster because Alla immediately burst into tears. Hopefully I surprised her by grabbing my camera instead of getting angry. Poor Fisher was subjected to some pretty serious scrubbing. But we made it to school, early for a change, no worse for the wear.