observations

Here are a couple of things that have happened lately. Just random incidences.

The Boy has started trying to cut out his naps. Not a problem as long as the temper tantrums don't escalate. However, with the heat and the sun setting as late as it is, we haven't been real sticklers for bedtime. The routine is the same, it's just that we don't push it as much. So, there have been days where the boy has his jammies on and will just go onto his bed and fall asleep on his own.

Last night we had a visit with my brother and his wife. First time I've seen him in a year, and the first time we've ever met his wife. They stayed, we were playing games, the kids were playing and fooling around. As they were getting ready to leave, the Boy went upstairs. After they were gone, I started looking for the Boy, since he had been asking for a bath since early afternoon (he got a new Brachiosaurus that he wanted to use as a tub toy). I could not find him anywhere. I knew he couldn't be far because there were no doors unsupervised. Hubby found him on the floor beside his side of the bed, fast asleep and still dressed.

Got him changed and left him there. Put Boy2 to sleep on our bed, then moved both to their own space. This is actually a nice development, since the Boy has always, from day one, found sleep to be the enemy that must be fought at all cost.

Boy2 has had a couple of nights with nightmares. These aren't your normal nightmares. He is a very empathetic little boy. The kids were watching Curious George the movie, Hubby and I were upstairs putting laundry away when we heard the worst wailing and crying. As we rushed down, all prepared to scold the Boy for doing something, we found the Boy, sitting calmly six feet away watching the movie. (Normally if he's done something he'll go and hide under a blanket)

Boy2 was sitting on the couch, watching George get captured, put in a cage and onto a cargo ship. That was th reason of the distress. Later they were watching some Winnie the Pooh, and he starts again. This time because Owl's house got wrecked from the wind blowing it over. Reminded me that he would start crying when the Baby Einstein puppets would take toys away from each other. Very sensitive.

This morning I observed a woman driving her car slowly through the back alley following a dog, then come back the other way with the same dog tagging along. I asked Hubby what that was about, and he said that it was likely that the woman was exercising the dig but didn't want to walk herself. Do people actually do that????

I think that's enough for now.