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9-month-old Calvin and 2.75-year-old Maxwell

(Guest post by Katie)

Calvin

Calvin is an extraordinarily happy and agreeable baby. When Mommy comes downstairs in the morning (Daddy gets up first with the boys) or comes home from work, Calvin grins and flaps his arms excitedly. He used to clap, but the clapping could not be as enthusiastic as the flapping.


For a while now, whenever Calvin started to fuss, it meant he was hungry or sleepy. Now, he is often fussing instead because he wants a particular toy, and usually a toy that Max is sequestering.

Max

Max has been becoming very communicative and expressing lots of ideas as of late, though we don’t always know where the ideas that he expresses come from. “I wish Calvin had more arms, so that he could be a spider.” This was apropos of nothing, as far as we could tell.


“Then you will leave me all alone, and I will cry.” This matter-of-fact declaration by Maxwell followed Daddy’s explanation of the series of events that would take place before bed: First, we will brush your teeth; then, we will change your diaper; then, we will read one-two-three books. We have recently modified our bedtime routine as follows. Old routine: a half hour of books with Mommy and then a half hour of Daddy sitting with Max in the dark until Max falls asleep. New routine: a half hour of books with Mommy or Daddy and then tucking Max in and leaving his room for him to fall asleep on his own.


“Don’t kiss me, Mommy! You are Calvin’s favorite.” Max has recently declared that Daddy is his favorite and Mommy is Calvin’s favorite. (And that Max is a boy (pronounced bay), Calvin is a boy, Daddy is a boy, but Mommy if a girl (ghoul).) Apparently, giving kisses is somehow messing up this schema.

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  1. Great post! And, it seems like your old problem of the boys never smiling at the camera is resolved. :)

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