Sleep crawling

Faelan sat up last night and said, in a hugely enthusiastic voice, "Mommy! Where are we? Do you want to go do something? I want to - " and ended his manic sleep-crawl face down on my right shin. I put a hand on his back, afraid that he would start up again and crawl right out of bed. Then he seemed to be relaxed, so I took it off, and he whimpered, so I put it back. Then I decided to bring him up to the top of the bed with the rest of us, so that we could all sleep relaxed, and he shouted, "No, no, no! No covers forever!" as I began to slide him. "All right," I agreed, "no covers." Then, from a groggy throat, came a growl from the depths: "NO LEGGINGS!"

Too many Nursery Rhymes

Particularly those illustrated by Quentin Blake. Here is mine:

Oh my Dove, oh my Doe,
I want to watch a video.
Oh my Doe, oh my dear,
We cannot watch a movie here.

Bath time

Faelan counted up to twelve for the little fish to parachute into the sea.

The little plastic fish lost an eye, and said to its rubber dolphin mother, "Mommy, I guess I will have to be a Black Pirate."
I asked, "What if you lose your other eye?"
"Then I will be a Captain Soldier."
The little pirate scared his mother once, then announced that he would rather be a little fish.

Night Nursing

When he has been nursing in his sleep for a long time, sometimes I can whisper, "I need to get up for a little while. Can you let me go?" and he lets go and rolls over and sleeps.

Socialization

Walking to the playground:

"Every adult and every child that I meet is my friend."

We currently go to Mountain Park Park, Uncle Jeremy Park (Stone Mountain Park), G-Ma Park (Piedmont Park), Candler Park, Church Park (St Phillips Cathedral, during farmers markets), and Our Park (Lenora Park).