I was going to the bathroom this morning with O's help (he likes to hand me the toilet paper and flush for me when I'm done-- I just hope it's helping get the potty training idea in his head), when S woke up. Another thing besides using the toilet that o is very helpful with is distracting S when he wakes up and I'm busy. I heard O run into the nursery, flip on the light right above S's head and yell, "Hola!"
There was a bit more scuffling and then all went silent. Not a peep. I enjoyed the luxury of flushing the toilet on my own for once and then decided maybe I should check on them. Usually S manages to get out a muffled cry when O is loving him to death and I'd heard nary a muffle so I wasn't too worried. Then my slow mothering instincts kicked in and I realized they might just be too silent for a toddler and a baby. Always takes me a bit to think of things like that-- like the time O took a four hour nap when he was a few weeks old and I just enjoyed myself without a care in the world until one of my friends asked me if I was just freaking out, checking on him every few minutes to make sure he was ok. I kind of muttered a very sincere sounding but total lie of a "yes, of course" and then felt like a terrible mother because it hadn't even occurred to me to be worried. I know better now, but only a little better because I still stopped for a glass of water on the way to the nursery.
So I peaked around the corner in their room and found this:
Nothing to worry about here.
Oh, and a few more things to add to the post about O:
- If there's ever a big bite of food on his spoon, he has to have you hold it in front of him so he can say a very slow "Woooooowwwww" before he'll take a bite.
- He likes to say hola to the raisins in his oatmeal right before obliterating them.
- He thinks burps are very funny and goes around whacking everyone he loves on the back so they'll burp like S does when we whack him on the back. It's hard to explain to people, especially his little girlfriends, that he's hitting you out of love.
