Whenever I put a button down shirt on Barclay he declares that, " This is my dancin shirt." Only button downs.
Every time I kiss Sullivan on the head or face, he closes his eyes and sighs. It is heart melting.
Barclay has named his hands. His right hand is his "bad boy" and his left hand is his "good boy". He never ever confuses the sizes. When he hits or is bad, he uses his "bad boy". He even refers to my hands as "bad boy" and "good boy". The other day he said, "Mama, put your bad boy here and your good boy over here.". On me it is opposite though because I think he is considering them from his perspective. Oh he cracks me up!
Sullivan constantly chews on his tongue, but he flips it before he starts chewing. He always looks like he's about to starve, poor baby! But he's a whopping 21 lbs so no chance of that!
Barclay now gives permission to himself to do things we say he cannot do, by saying that random objects gave him permission.
Example: "Mom, can I have a popcicle?"
"No Barclay. Not till after dinner."
"My tractor said I can!"
I just love them.
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