429. Raspberries

Andrew fell yesterday coming in from the park, when he was with Paquita, and he got some nice raspberries on his forehead and eye brow. When I came home last night and saw that I had a terrible sinking feeling, but quickly I was sure he was all right, and Paquita is nothing but responsible. She's been under the weather and has still come the past several days. She's feeling better, and I'm sure she feels pretty awful about it. Andrew seems no worse for the wear, and heals quickly.

Andrew is in the phase where he likes to hand things to you and throw things. In the crib he could toss things out of it for hours.

William on the other hand, wants to play with his Thomas The Tank Engine trains all day, and does not so much like interference from his little brother. He can get quite anguished at times, and some meditating between the two is required. I'm trying to teach William to hand Andrew a trivial train. I mean trivial in his mind. Andrew does not so much care which train he puts into his hands, and will quite happily hand it back. William could finesse it, but he gets upset, and loses balance. Quite normal of course.

No more baseball to prevent William from getting his way on the TV. Last night the Mets lost game 7 of the NLCS to the Cardinals. William says, "daddy," over and over, and asks for Thomas or Caillou, because he wants some children's programing on TV, the second is the name a little boy in a cartoon that is bald, and Diana thought William looked like him when he got his head shaved. I think he needs another hair cut, but I don't think I'm going to be trusted to give him one any more. Andrew looks like a hippy with his long hair, not unpleasantly so, but I still go for the short hair thing. I don't want to upset Diana, though, my poor embattled hard working wife, who has lots of class work, and work work. She says she got 3 hours sleep last night, she had to stay up and write lesson plans. Yeesh.

Andrew ate my tortellini with pesto sauce last night. He's ripping wicked farts with the switch from formula to soy milk. He's lactose intolerant.

This weekend is Ava and Christian's birthday parties, two parties for two sweet little mites. Sunday Diana is getting some much needed study time, and we're back to the swimming lessons after the YMJA resumes after the holidays.