We've decided that Avi's "bad dream" is actually Avi's Bad Dream. As in BD has a life and persona. It changes form, but I think it's his equivalent of an imaginary friend. BD prevents him from doing things (like going to the bathroom) and tells him to do other things (often not such good advice, as in "My Bad Dream told me too.") According to Avi, this evening BD was as big as a house, shaped and colored like a blueberry, but with wings and was going to eat everyone up. He told us this at dinner when he couldn't walk to the bathroom by himself for fear of BD.
Noah is enormous. He was having a meltdown tonight and refusing to bathe (which he really needed to do after a busy day playing and then dance lessons and then baseball practice). It occurred to me as I tried to drag him upstairs, that this is no longer an option. He is too heavy. I'm no wuss; he's gained quite a bit of weight lately. If it was dead weight it would be hard enough, but squirming, flailing, resisting weight is even harder.
Ezra made it all the way up a full flight of stairs yesterday. That boy is on the move constantly and pulling up on everything and anything. Also eating everything he can get his hands on. This is a challenge with two older boys in the house. He ate (and later pooped) a Lego head last week. We never even saw it go in. Stealthy.
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