On the eve of Tate's 3 week birthday, here he is chilling in his bouncy chair and his swing. By far, the swing is his favorite. That is unless it is 7pm to 9pm. At that time, nothing can make him happy, except being carried around by his daddy. Mommy still can't carry either child around for any long period of time, but she can now get out of bed without screaming - so that is success.
At least someone is getting some tummy time.
Warning - this video could make you sick from the camera movement - if you are the easy queasy type.
Here is Tate in his swing. The swing Lily hated. As soon as I turned the camera off, he fell fast asleep. Apparently, he does not hate it, as she did.
So there was a house party in our hood last night. Parents gone and teenagers gone wild. Cops were called and kids scattered. There is damage like ours, a mashed in mailbox, all over. There were beer cans everywhere and kids running through yards and peeing as they fled. I guess we will take this over murders in town.
After 1.5 years of watching Fresh Beat, Lily started dancing along with the show this week. Clearly she is talented. I think she learned the whole throw yourself on the floor as a finale from her father.
