Where's Avi going to fall asleep next?

Another difficult bedtime. This is where we eventually found him tonight when we came down from watching a video.

Shabbat at the beach

What a great day at the beach we had this Shabbat. We left Friday evening, had a Shabbat picnic along the way at a park. Got in late to a hotel on Newport and the played all day on Saturday. Tide pools, beach time, hanging out on the docks looking at crabs and jellyfish and sea lions and boats, meals out, swimming at grandma and grandpa's resort and then havdalah before getting in the car to head home. What a jam-packed day we had. Like a three-day weekend rolled into one day. So glad we did it. We needed that family time.

Musical beds

This is where we find Avi more often than not. Either before bed as pictured here when he has snuck into our room to fall asleep unbeknownst to us or in the middle of the night when he wakes up and sneaks in be with us, also unbeknownst to us generally because we're both too dead tired to notice an extra body in that queen size bed (which is already also Murphy's sleep spot of choice to my frustration) until we wake up stiff and sore because of our contortions to make room for him (and Murph). I have to say one thing though. For all his challenges getting to sleep and staying asleep in his own bed, once he's asleep he's a great little smuggler. He doesn't wiggle and squirm. He doesn't breathe loud or anything else distracting. Unlike his big brother who is too squirmy to sleep with or his little brother who is too independent to sleep with anyone, Avi is a great sleep companion. Until of course you wake up drenched as I did one night last week because he'd peed all over both of us and the bed. Ugh. We both changed jammies, abandoned Cary on the dry side of our bed and moved to Avis bed together. Other nights (no pee involved), Cary has been the one to give up and move to Avi's bed in the middle of the night. Easier than moving him I guess he figured.

Puzzle master

Ezra did this whole puzzle almost all by himself. It may be the first time he has seen it, I'm not sure. He has a very good sense of what needed to go where with very little assistance.

Avi's wonderous brain

It's been five months since the snowstorm caused the tree branch on the power line experience that so significantly affected Avi. He still talks about it regularly. We've mostly worked through the fear of electricity that resulted. (The fear that made it hard for him to fall asleep because the electricity in the wires of the house might harm us, etc...). Anyhow, we're driving down the road just now on the way to our family day at Enchanted Forest and he says, "Is a branch a conductor?"
"Are you asking if wood conducts electricity?" I clarified.
"Yes."
"No," I said, explaining how that's why powerlines are made of wood.
Without missing a beat, he responds, "Then why did the branch catch on fire when it touched the powerline?"
If he asks questions that hard now, what's it going to be like when he's 8? Speaking of 8 year olds asking questions, that one is driving me crazy with his questions. Incessant. It's been that way since before he was two, and it hasn't let up. The worst is that he doesn't let up with a line of questioning. You give him a good answer and he asks a follow up question and you give another answer and just get another question until the questions just get more unreal and unanswerable. I end up exploding in frustration regularly. Then I feel badly of course, but it's out of control. Worst is when he repeats the same question when I've already given him an answer.