With all the buzz about kinder in these parts, it's important to remember the other little dude who amazes and delights us on the daily. We are 17 months into life as a family of four, and there is no way our family would be complete without the mellow cuteness of Sawyer.
For Sawyer, a perfect day would be spent eating three or four breakfasts, unplugging some things, playing with electrical sockets, getting stuck in tight corners, two or three lunches, crawling up the stairs, beating on the dogs like drums, crawling into any kitchen cabinets he could get into. And you know, anything else that came up and seemed interesting.
Sawyer has little interest in walking. He walks on his knees, fully upright, carrying things, huge grin on his face. His little knees are red and calloused. He cares not.
Apparently, you don't need to be on your feet to rock a splash day.
Sawyer loves the dogs. And they love him right back.
Let me be clear: Pablo spent the first two + years of Jack's life in the backyard because he found it stressful and infuriating in equal parts to have a small dictator in the house. Sawyer's mellow demeanor and Pablo's increasing maturity seem to gel well together.
Sawyer loves Jack. Sawyer's first wish each day is to wake Jack up by crawling on him while he pretends to sleep. Sometimes, he'll even fart on Jack's head. Sawyer's delight at playing with Jack means that he will tolerate "wrestling," even when it makes Mom nervous.
Sawyer's love of Jack means that he will even do hard time with him just to be close.
Hope somebody has your back today, and doesn't even have gas.