Half-pint and Quarter-pint Snapshots...

Half-pint is recovering very quickly from his recent surgery. On Saturday I took him to run some errands with me. I thought we both needed to get out of the house, so we left Quarter-pint home with Daddy and we hit the stores. About half-way through my list Half-pint was hungry. His diet is still limited to soft foods so I suggested ice cream. He was delighted! He quickly told me he wanted "Banilllla" and that I wanted "chalk-olate" (he's absolutely right I love chocolate ice cream). We ordered and he found us a booth in the back. He sat on one side and I sat across from him. After just a few minutes, he shoved his cup of vanilla ice cream at me and slithered under the table as only kids can do. He said "I want to sit by you, Mom" as he reappeared on my side of the booth. I gave him a hug and said "I love you, my precious boy!" "I love you; you a precious durl! (girl)" then went back to finishing his ice cream. It melted my heart. What a sweet kid!

Quarter-pint has begun to follow me around the house. He's right on my heels when I leave the room. He's right behind me when I'm picking up the house and continually moving from room to room. It usually only takes him a few minutes to find me when I've moved to another room, even when I think he's occupied playing with something (even his brother). It's really sweet, but I wish I could quickly run upstairs or to the basement by myself every once and awhile. I'm enjoying his loving disposition-I know it probably won't last forever.

Quarter-pint's newest antic involves climbing. He has really turned into a little mountain goat. I have repeatedly come to his rescue when he climbs the two steps on the step-stool in the bathroom. He gets to the top, plays with the faucet on the sink-turning the water on and off, on and off again-then can't figure out how to get back down. He squawks like a helpless little bird until we scoop him up off the the top of the two-step step-stool precipice.