Guess how old my kids are?
My hand to heaven, we go through 3 rolls of tp a day between a 4 year-old learning to wipe and a 10 month-old just plain having fun. It all just sits on the counter… in a pile. My daydreams often include the toilet paper roll reclaiming its rightful place, in tact, next to the potty. Someday.
I could hear him playing in there and I tried to catch him, but he was gone like a shot when he heard me coming. That kid has a wicked 2nd gear.
Gus Man would like to thank all of you for asking where he was during Ry’s special week. And he would like to tell you that he was right there, as he always is, cheering her on. He travelled and watched and sat in the background like a champ… all four days. He’s too young to remember the 5 months of torture Ry went through for him at the beginning of his life, but he is falling into the Supportive Sibling Role well as Ry’s therapies move to a new level. We think, somewhere deep down inside, he knows he owes us. His personality is really so incredibly sweet. And, funny. And, loud.
We now call him the Jolly Monster.
He’ll be 1 (ONE) in 30 days.
How’s that for unbelievable?