giddyup

So, I'd like to say that I have a lovely long post, filled with pictures and stories and all your favourite things, and all my favouite things and maybe even some thrifting thrown in, just for fun. But really, instead of blogging like I usually do, I took the night off tonight and finished a new quilt top while watching the Emmy Awards and eating salted licorice (droppies, for those in the know). It was a very nice evening. And I'll show you pictures of the quilt top tomorrow maybe, but right now its too late to upload and edit photos. 

Though I will share just one little story about the my boys with you. They are becoming much more interactive lately, with the Baby paying a lot more attention to what the Little Dude is doing, which is adorable. And the Little Dude delighting in making the baby laugh. Also, the Baby is this close to crawling. He has a very accomplished little 'scootch' that allows him to get around, albeit rather slowly. And every now and again he gets up on his hands and knees, belly off the floor and everything. But then he usually makes a little backwards move that just seems to confuse him, at which point he gets back on his belly and scootchs and rolls to where he wants to go.

Anyways, he's very active, and I try not to leave the room whenever he is on the floor, uncaged as it were. But the other day I just had to pop into the kitchen for a minute (probably to get a damp cloth to wipe something off of somebody) and when I came back, the Little Dude was sitting atop the Baby. Yep, straddling him like a pony, and smiling to beat the band. The Baby looked unfazed, and just seemed to be trying to reach for a toy to chew on, as per usual. But I was not so calm. "What are you doing!" I screeched in the age old tradition of mothers who ask obvious questions. L.D. smiles up at me as I race across the room to haul him off his brother. "I'm playin' horsie with the Baby." he says, much pleased with himself. Once I'd determined that the Baby was unharmed, I explained that L.D. was too heavy for the Baby and would hurt him if he put his full weight on him. "The Baby should never be a horsie." I told him earnestly. But I found him again today, straddling his good natured little brother. "Look, I'm not putting any weight on him. I'm balancing!" He told me reasonably. And its true, he was carefully holding himself above the Baby, and making 'giddyup' noises. So really, what can I say? 

Comments

[Becky]

Oh my! That made me laugh for a good minute, thanks for that! Because he did listen, so...what can you do? I guess make him his own neck bandanna and cowboy hat