Little Man and Sweet Pea are still living their best lives, and they're not going to let coronavirus -- and the fact that we've been home for over 5 straight months now -- get them down.
Little Man is still my rough-and-tumble kid who wants any kind of physical touch -- wrestling, tickle fights, cuddling, hugs. He often crawls under my sheets in the morning to snuggle with me, and I treasure those moments. But in typical brother fashion, he's constantly provoking his sisters by tackling them or shooting them with Nerf guns. And at least once every day I say to him, "No standing on the furniture!" His latest game is sneaking up on us: he will creep up behind me while I'm cooking, sneak around the edge of the couch to surprise MJ, or tickle someone's foot under the table.
His personality continues to be mercurial. His temper flares quickly and hot, but he just as quickly calms down and forgets about whatever bothered him. We're trying hard to break him of his finger-sucking habit, but it's an incredibly ingrained behavior that he's done almost constantly since he was a few months old.
Little Man didn't latch on to reading as early as the girls did, but in the last month I've been relieved to see him starting. But much to my surprise, he's not picking up early reader books; he's reading the same type of chapter books that CC and Sweet Pea are reading! (The Jedi Academy books are all the rage around here lately.) So hopefully he was just holding out until he could read the books that he wanted to read. Who cares about Dick and Jane and Spot, anyway? I'm hoping that his reading is similar to Sweet Pea's walking: she was months past when other babies had taken their first steps, yet when she finally did, she walked clear across the room.
Sweet Pea is more attached to me than she's been in the past -- if that's even possible! She's in my lap, or at my side, almost every minute of the day. When she's not glued to me, she's doing gymnastics: flipping and tumbling and cartwheeling all over the place. I marvel at her strength and flexibility, and the way her lithe muscles ripple under her skin.
She adores playing board games. Ticket to Ride is our latest favorite, and we own five different versions so far. We play at least once a day, usually just her and me and MJ, and she would happily play more. She is the least interested in TV of our kids, and loves organizing things. She's the only Morrison kid who's holding onto some of her adorable childish sayings and mispronunciations: turch instead of church, ambweewance instead of ambulance, bednight instead of bedtime. And she can't seem to eat anything without getting it all over her face!
Oh gosh, I can't believe eight years have passed already. But on the other hand, I love the people our kids are developing into. The older they get, the more interesting our conversations and adventures are!
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