This post is mostly about this little, precious, adorable boy, who is already making us laugh on a daily basis.
George has a new favorite toy. I tried to convince him to give it to me before I took it down stairs, but no luck. Then I forcibly took it from him and he screamed. I know I spoiled him, but I gave it back because (1) it can't hurt him, (2) it isn't breakable, and (3) the screaming is the last thing I want to hear in the evening. I'm certain I'll regret this eventually.
He is apparently into hygiene these days, because I also found him roaming around with Luke's toothbrush and toothpaste. At least he knows exactly what to do with it.
And here he is all snuggled up with Lola. Aren't they cute? I don't dare to hope that they will actually be friends, but it sure would be nice.
You can see that he's done this on separate occasions, although you'll notice that the toys are the same in the background. So, either, (1) we never clean up (which is quite possible) or (2) it is the same night and we just changed his clothes. Who knows.
I don't think I've mentioned this before, but George has a quirky little obsession with soft things - blankets, pillows, hair, socks, blankets, coats, pets - whatever is soft. If he sees something soft, he has to stop what he's doing and put his face on it. So, for example, when he is crawling from one side of the den to the other to get a toy, if he sees a pillow, he has to stop and put his face on it for just a moment before he can keep crawling toward the toy. It's his first sign of obsessive-compulsive behavior, but it is funny and cute, and way better than sucking his thumb.