Happy birthday, Tyler! You're one month old today. Look at you flexing those muscles. And things are just starting to get interesting since the last of your grandparents left yesterday and we're officially on our own.
There are some benefits to being such a big kid. You've been smiling and grasping things for a couple weeks already. And yesterday you started squealing and cooing. Such wonderful events since your brother has decided lately that the "terrible twos" fit him nicely. We never know which Danny we're going to get. At least he's managed to [so far] remain sweet towards "little baby Tyler." Anyway, your milestones haven't yet included sleeping for long periods at night. But with a little caffeine and the mantra, "I'll sleep when the boys are older," we'll get through it. Raising two handsome young men is a wonderful thing to loose sleep over, after all.
In fact, it might be nice to not try to grow up too fast, as I realized last night when Danny exclaimed at dinner, "I want a beer to drink."
In fact, it might be nice to not try to grow up too fast, as I realized last night when Danny exclaimed at dinner, "I want a beer to drink."
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