WB is obsessed with his shoes. After much struggle and consternation, he learned how to slip on his own croc-style clogs (which look like Lightning McQueen). Now, he is deeply attached to all of his shoes, and always wants to have a pair on. He had a check-up recently, and threw a fit when we had to take his shoes off to weigh on the scale. We allowed him to carry them to the scale, and then I held them for the interminable 15 seconds it took to weigh.He is all-toddler. Even as SK is maturing in his patience and ability to share, WB is intensifying his desire for anything his brother has. This past week he began clearly vocalizing "mine," complete with the apparently requisite whiny tone.
SK got a foam-ball-shooting gun at Christmas, and they both are crazy about it. I must admit, it's pretty fun to shoot. But on a recent afternoon, SK and I discovered that it is now a toy that can only be played with while WB is napping.
They enjoyed helping me start seeds for the fall garden. Nothing like dirt!
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