Mr. Grunty got a tooth. It was not a happy experience for him, and he yelled at us for telling him to get one. We told him the next one would be easier.
Mr. G likes to feed his papa. Cheerios. Yesterday at a picnic lunch he fed me little diced soft carrot pieces. He thinks this is funny, but will now sometimes initiate the feeding of me. Or sometimes, when I ask for a bite, he'll smile, slowly pick up a piece of food, tilt his head to the side, and look up at me with his big blue eyes, and then with a grin, eat the food himself.
Miss Squeaky likes to help with the laundry. The other day whilst I was changing her brother's diaper, she was quiet. When I finally finished w/ diaper, I saw that she was standing next to a laundry basket. She was sorting the clothes, carefully considering,...left, right, behind. Sounded by a growing pile of clean clothes on the floor.
The other day, Miss S had a shirt. She shook it, and laid it down. Then she picked it up, and laid it down again, in a different spot. That wasn't right either, so more shaking, and another spot. She was never quiet happy with her "folding" job on that shirt.
It like, finally got warm here. Mr. G doesn't like it, and woke us up to complain, poor little boy. He does like a cool wash cloth on his head. Miss S gets very started by the cool wash cloth.