Not preferred

Huxley got a bit of a stomach bug yesterday. He was watching "movies" on Netflix (he has given up his nap, but he and Turing have some quiet TV time in the afternoon) and basically passed out. Then he woke up and was cranky. But the nice kind where he just wants to sit on someone and read some books.

And, fortunately, I have become a slightly more acceptable alternative for such activities. Huxley went through a very strong Trouble-preference phase in the last few months. It was the longest that this has happened to Trouble instead of me. It didn't really bother me (actually, I was a little relieved it wasn't me), and I felt a little sorry for Trouble never getting a break - it is impossible to hide away in a room by yourself when you're the preferred parent.

The children continue to sprout new neural circuits at a rapid rate. Huxley is all language and ideas and opinions and still mostly keeping up with his brother on the physical end. Turing is entirely potty independent - we were at the coffee shop about a month ago when he insisted on going into the restroom alone, managed to use the toilet, flush it, wash his hands (with soap), dry them off, and come out all by himself.

Next step, college.

I have no more babies.