Conor has a front tooth that is very, very loose. Loose enough to seemingly not be able to close his mouth or speak clearly (Ellie is the translator), but not loose enough to have it be wiggled or pulled by anyone other than himself. We'll see how the morning looks.
Ellie was playing outside, so I gave Rowan a boost onto the loveseat to watch. Two minutes later, this is what I came back to. Him sitting on the end table, swinging his feet, watching.
Ellie's best friend came home from school with us today. That meant Conor had no one to pester. (Well, he thought he had two people to pester, but I stopped him). So he used his DS ticket right away. It's supposed to be good for 30 minutes, but I fully admit it was worth many, many more minutes this afternoon.
School was cancelled on Thursday because of the cold. (Cold doesn't seem to describe it, but any adjective I can think to add to cold to adequately describe the temperature would offend my Mom). So most of the day was spent in jammies, coloring and playing ball.
Rowan's new favorite spot to sit is right by the front door. And I dare any of you to resist when he pats the floor beside him, smiles, and says your name. I think all of us have dropped what we were doing to join him!
