2/25/08

Well, the fact that I’m writing this is proof that Avi survived my 36-hour absence last weekend. We weren’t sure how it was going to go, because he had yet to take more than an ounce from a bottle, but convinced he wouldn’t starve to death with his father, grandma, and brother around to take care of him, I left him without a boob for a day and a half. He survived. He took the bottle and he ate a lot of cereal, but boy was he hungry when I got home! I’m so glad I went. No one is the worse for it, and I’m better off.
Avi pulled himself up to a stand yesterday. He was playing on the laundry room floor messing around with a stepstool for the longest time. Whacking it, shaking it, sliding around it, tasting it, etc, when I looked over and he was nearly standing. He had his feet on the floor and his hands on the top of the stool and the rest of his body in the air in between. Then he toppled, but “holy cow!” I said, “You’re standing kiddo.” He wasn’t perfectly vertical, but that’s because of the height of the stool. He’s definitely crawling now. He moves fast enough that he disappears. He was playing on the kitchen floor this evening, and when I looked over, he was gone. He was making his way into the playroom/dog room (which has things unsuitable for him like dog food and small toys), so I picked him up and brought him back to the kitchen. By the time I walked back to the other side of the kitchen and turned around again, he was halfway across the threshold to the playroom again.
He certainly has a mind of his own. He inherited that from his brother apparently. God help us. He has discovered that he loves boinging the doorstop in his bedroom. He boings it until it twists off, and then he grabs it and sucks on it. Figuring that it’s not the best thing for him to be sucking on (it’s not like there’s any shortage of appropriate baby toys in the room, I propped up the large cloth playmat against the wall behind the door. Out of sight out of mind, right? He can’t have object permanence yet?!? Maybe it’s that or maybe it’s just the Scherer-Hughes-Lieberman strong willed-stubborn gene. It had been a day or two since he had last messed with the doorstop, but when I heard that distinct “boing” from the next room I came in to find him sucking on the detached doorstop having crawled across the room from where I had put him down, squeezed behind the playmat and found his favorite of favorites.
When he’s not crawling around, he is sitting up quite comfortably now. He can’t quite get into that position on his own, so he likes to be sat up, but then is happy to play with toys for long periods of time like that. Of course, he pushes the toy out of his reach and then gets frustrated that he can’t grab it anymore. Soon enough he’ll have the forward lunge and back to sit move figured out. He wants to be sitting up, but on his own he mostly just manages a sideways prop (see photo). Sort of lying on one side, holding himself up at an angle with one arm, but that makes it hard to do much else (see photo).
In other developments, Avi has learned that he can get a rise out of me if he blows raspberries while eating. He thinks it’s pretty hilarious when I say “no” with a stern voice and face. Meanwhile I’m convinced he learned these atrocious manners from his otherwise well-mannered cousin, Colin. I’m going to have to have a talk with that boy. He’s older, he should be a better role model.
Noah had a great time with Grandma Sandy here last week. When it was time for her to leave, he had a melt down and hid on the couch under a blanket sobbing great heaving sobs, saying, “I don’t want Grandma to leave.” He’s such a sensitive little guy. What a mix of stubborn, difficult, sensitive, and high feeling. Wonder where he got that from?

2/11/08

Avi is very focused on practicing sitting up in the bathtub. He does it over and over, with a look of determination. Then he falls over, looks startled, laughs and goes for it again. The bathtub seems to be the place where he really tries out his new moves. Given his pattern, I expect to see him scooting into a sitting position outside the tub within the next week or so.

Noah and I experienced a big first this past weekend. I dropped him off at piano lessons without going in. I told him I was going to do so about a block before we got to her house. I pulled up, stopped the car, got him out of his car seat, and started to walk him to the stairs. My plan had been to walk him to the bottom of the stairs and have him go the rest of the way up and in on his own, but as soon as I started to follow him, he turned around and said “I don’t need you Mama. I can do it all by myself.” I started to explain that I was just going to go part of the way, but he repeated himself emphatically, so I let him. I stood there in the alley next to the car, listening for his footsteps up the stairs. I could see that there were people in the apartment, so I knew someone would answer the door. I waited to hear the door open, and then I left. Wow. When did he get so old? He just turned 4. It wasn’t until it was all over that I realized just how significant that moment was. It’s the first time in his life that he’s ever gone in to anything on his own. He’ll be going away to college before I know it. Or at least kindergarten.

2/8/08

Last night we experienced a few moments of bliss. I even noticed it at the time and turned to Cary and told him to soak it up. He was cooking dinner. I was happily finishing the dinner prep dishes so that we could sit down to dinner with no dishes to do afterwards. Noah was playing with instruments in the music room and Avi was playing on the carpet beside him, happy to be near his super-star of a big brother. Ahhhhhh, I thought. This is it. Better take note, it may not last for long. It did though. It lasted several minutes until we brought them in for dinner. There’s hope for the future after all.

Today Noah spontaneously asked me what I thought was the best part of his day and then proceeded to tell me that it was when I got to the preschool Shabbat circle and sat by him. Enough to make a mom cry. Mind you, he never wants to sit on my lap there, always preferring the lap of a teacher. (Which works out for his friend Sammy who is always eager to plop down in my lap.) Nevertheless, given that I’m there every Friday afternoon for Shabbat circle, I was surprised and touched by his comment.

Tonight at the oneg after the Tot Shabbat service, Noah had more cookies than I’m afraid he should have, not to mention a slice of cake we shared. So when I saw him reaching for another cookie as we were leaving, I gave him a firm, “no,” complete with raised eyebrow. Much to my frustration, it didn’t stop him from reaching for it anyway. But I wasn’t prepared for his next move. With that familiar devilish twinkle in his eyes, he snatched it up as fast as lightning, licked the bottom of it, and then said, “Now it has my germs, so no one else can eat it!” But I was faster than he. I snatched it from him, saying, “but that doesn’t mean you’re going to eat it." (I had wanted another cookie myself, so I proceeded to eat it myself after he was out of sight. I'm not afraid of his germs. Heck, my lunch half the time is the uneaten food from his lunch box.) Given how wired he was when we tried to put him to bed tonight it’s a good thing he didn’t have one more cookie.

Avi’s 6 month check up was today. He’s no longer remarkable in the height and weight category. Although our bathroom scale measured him at 19 lbs a month ago, he weighed in at 17 lbs, 11 ounces today. While Dr. Feurth said that he probably hasn’t actually lost weight (any more than the normal daily variation everyone experiences), I suspect he might have due to the combination of his lack of appetite and his constant motion. Either way, he’s at the 50th percentile now, which as she pointed out, is about where we would expect him to be genetically. That’s okay, I’d rather have my kids remarkable in other areas than height or weight. The fact that he’s crawling at 6 months, and I’m pretty sure he’s beginning to say mamamamamama with some meaning some of the time is remarkable enough.

2/6/08

One day recently when Noah was supposed to be napping, I can hear him squirming around in his room. I go in to give him my typical lecture about how hard it is for him to fall asleep if he’s not laying down with his eyes closed and his body still. But before I can say anything I notice that as he’s wiggling, strange crinkly noises are coming from his pants. “What’s in your pants?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he replies, as one would expect.
“Noah, what’s in your pants? Take it out now.”
He reaches in and pulls out his doll Shushu, and has a sheepish grin on his face. Meanwhile, I’m trying to be serious and maintain my appearance of stern reprimand, but I’m finding it difficult. “Is that all?” I ask.
He reaches in again and this time brings out a plastic bag of markers. I take them. This time I just look at him. It’s nearly impossible at this point to keep a straight face, but I’m doing my best. Out comes a toy tool, and then another toy tool, and then two or three other things. I take them all, put them in the toy cubbies, tell him in my “listen up buddy” voice that he needs to take a nap, suggest rhetorically that putting stuff down his pants isn’t going to help him fall asleep. Then I leave the room as quickly as possible so I can escape to the pantry downstairs – as far as I can get from his room – to crack up laughing over the whole event. He is such a nut. Are all kids this crazy?

Jenn and Pete and Colin were here for a few days. It was such a treat to get to spend the time with them. We decorated rooms all over the house, doing things I’d been wanting to do since we moved in, but haven’t done because of lack of time or vision. It was great to have the boys together again. Colin has passed up Avi in weight, probably because Avi isn’t interested much in food, other than the kind that comes directly from me, whereas Colin has a hearty appetite. Compound that with Colin’s tendency to be a bit more sedentary, content to smile and laugh and squeal, compared with Avi’s constant motion. He is officially crawling now, not a well-developed rhythmic crawl, but it’s a crawl nonetheless, and combined with rolling, it can get him all around a room in no time at all. He uses this skill to his nefarious advantage to routinely travel to Colin, steal the toy that his cousin was enjoying and then often bonk him on the head with it. Mostly though they had fun together. They enjoyed watching each other. And we only had dueling tantrums a few times. We did discover that Avi finds sharing his evening bath with anyone else completely unacceptable. We put them in the boys bathroom together on the first night, and Avi, who is routinely giddy over bath time, started screaming his head off. We plucked him out, held him in a towel, finished bathing Colin, and then put Avi back in to enjoy his time by himself, which he did. The following night, thinking that the issue was not enough personal space in the regular bathtub, we put them in our big tub in the master bathroom. Same scene. Avi howled again until we pulled him out. Apparently he doesn’t like to share a soak.

1/30/08

Noah’s 4! Where have four years gone? Sunday's party was fodder for one of those magical childhood memories. After our trip to Hawaii in December, he wanted to have a Hawaii party for his birthday. I happened to mention it to a friend of mine who unbeknownst to me had two boxes of Hawaiian themed party decorations in her attic. So we went all out. Then Mother Nature decided to step up the irony of a January Hawaiian party and dumped a half of a foot of snow on Eugene yesterday – the biggest snowfall here in over a decade. Mom (Grandma Nancy), Cary, and Noah built a snowman in the front yard before the party and decked it out with hula skirt, coconut bra, lei, and sunglasses. It was a trip seeing the kids come in, strip off hats, snowpants, boots, and heavy coats to reveal aloha shirts underneath. There were 12 kids altogether, the snow keeping a few away, which maybe wasn’t such a bad thing, given the large number anticipated. The whole event was so sweet. The kids were all good-natured and well-mannered. The beloved local kiddie-star, Rich Glauber sang. He brought a ukulele tuned to his guitar for Noah to play along.

He started piano lessons a few weeks ago, and he’ll start dance class this week (he’ll apparently be the only boy with a whole gaggle of girls). He’s pretty excited. I wonder if he will notice that he’s the only boy. I think the best thing the lessons offer (besides the opportunity to gain skills in his favorite two areas of course) is practice following directions. On one hand I think it’s ridiculous that he’s taking two kinds of lessons, and he’s just 4 years old, but oh well, I’m only off for a year, and he’s been begging for dance lessons for a year and they’re offered cheaply through Eugene Rec Services, so what the heck.

He’s made some huge leaps in his pre-reading and writing skills. Last summer he maybe recognized a handful of letters at best, and by now – with no formal effort to teach him anything – he recognizes most of them (in capital letter form). His writing continues to improve too. I was proud of his thank you notes that he wrote for Hanukkah. We’ll have to make some more now for his birthday. On one hand I can’t believe he’s 4. On the other hand, I can’t believe he still has a year and a half before kindergarten. Not that he’s ready now, but he’ll be so ready when he gets there. It makes you realize the huge discrepancy in exposure to literacy that kids have coming into kindergarten. No wonder the gap becomes a canyon by the later grades.

I had my first official parent-teacher conference for Noah with Carole and Jessica. I’ve been so pleased with his experience at TBI. I don’t know what we’ll do next year when I go back to work, but I hope we’ll find a way to keep him there for the sake of consistency as well as the wonderful job that they all do. They clearly love him and are affectionate but also firm with expectations about appropriate behavior… just the perfect blend for him. Recently Cary and I have suspected that Noah is turning into an introvert. It took me awhile to recognize the signs, because he started out life as such a social baby, but he appears to be (like me, and so many of our family members) a closet introvert. He looks extroverted (he is loud, he isn’t shy, he can be social and likes to be a leader), but really his interactions with other kids, makes me think he’s introverted. Although he likes school a lot, he doesn’t talk much about the other kids. When I ask about them, he can’t name but one or two, and that’s when I’m pressing him for information. I asked Carole and Jessica and they pondered for a moment and then agreed with my assessment. Watching him play, they said, he doesn’t generally seek to engage other kids. He’s happy to play with them of course, and does often, but he isn’t one to call out across the classroom to a buddy. (Not that he’s quiet, he’s just busy loudly singing “76 trombones” or something.) So it’s been interesting to ponder this newly revealed characteristic of his. In another note, we were all rather surprised that EC Cares recommended that we do nothing at this time regarding his speech and reevaluate him in 6 months. He does seem to be improving a little on his own, with lots of reinforcement from us and his teachers.

And Avi’s 6 months! At least, he will be in a couple of days. He is becoming increasingly mobile. He rolls everywhere and scoots, mostly backwards, but a little forwards. It’s not a formal crawl, but it’s getting close; he likes to get up on his hands and knees and rock like he’s getting ready to take off, but then he can’t quite figure out what to do next and gets frustrated.

He occasionally gets in pushup position, his entire trunk off the floor and just his feet and hands touching the floor. He does this mostly in the tub where he insists on bathing on his stomach. The first few days I was understandably quite nervous about this and had my hands in the water right next to him at every moment, but I’m growing more confident in his ability. I try putting him in the tub on his back, but he instantly flips over. He had been moving in this direction for a while, but every since his swimming adventures in Hawaii, he’s insisted upon flipping over to be tummy down. He is happy for a long time in the tub, reaching out for spongy animals and cups. He gets one leg underneath him in good crawl formation and tries to lunge forward, but the slippery nature of naked chubby baby body in the tub makes it hard.

We discovered in Hawaii that he’s a natural swimmer. We took him in the pool and the ocean and he absolutely loved both. He mostly wanted to be tummy down in the water; he would kick his legs, flap his arms, and wave his trunk like the butterfly stroke. I think he was doing a better job with butterfly than I did after a whole season on swim team. He got his whole face in the water a few times and seemed unfazed by it. He was pursing his lips together and blowing bubbles. The whole thing really did make you wonder about reincarnation. It’s uncanny how much that baby likes to be in the water.

Last week I took both boys with me to a singing group at the synagogue. Noah was lying on the floor coloring in a book in the middle of the small group and Avi was also on the floor rolling this way and that and reaching for toys and chair legs. Much to his delight (and Noah’s irritation) Avi kept managing to roll across the circle and into his brother. Oh, it’s just the beginning! Avi looked so excited to have somehow of his own accord reached his brother. And I could just here Noah protesting in the future, begging me to keep Avi out of this or that or stop bugging him. (Noah has continued to ask about another baby and is lobbying for a third baby, this time a girl – his words, not mine – but we’ll see if he changes his tune when Avi starts being more capable of bugging him and his things.)

We finally got tough and made him cry it out a week or so ago. Nighttime had gotten so bad that he was waking up every 30 minutes or so. I think I’m to blame for going to him so quickly when he cries. So we had to get tough. We let him cry for about 45 minutes one night. Not just whining, but full on screaming and kicking and flailing. If a 5 1/2 month old baby can throw a temper tantrum, that’s what it was. Of course, I went in to console him every 5-10 minutes, and in between I talked to Jenn who assured me that he really wouldn’t be emotionally wounded forever by my lack of compassion in this matter. I’m the mother of two. You’d think I would know this by now, but somehow, she had to reassure me. Since then, sleeping has finally been getting better. Avi is frequently sleeping through the night, and I’m feeling much more rested. I guess the only drawback is that I’m going to have to give up those afternoon naps I’ve been taking with him.

He’s talking more and more. He says a lot of “ma ma ma ma” and “na na na” (just a coincidence I’m sure), and Os and Ahs and even a “gga” sometimes. He smiles and laughs as much as ever. I’m convinced he’s the happiest baby I’ve ever known. And I thought Noah was a happy baby.

12/17/07

NOAH
We’ve decided to get Noah’s speech assessed and potentially take advantage of the free speech therapy that’s available through EC Cares. As adorable as his mispronunciations are, he’s getting old enough that it needs to be addressed. Mostly the s-blends in the beginning of words, like “spider” or “spoon” which become “poon” and “pider” and some of the consonants inside words get dropped. He also does a funny substitution of the letter “g” for “d” in some words, so “design” becomes “gesign.” Some words are just unexplainable like “pliano” for piano. Apparently if we address the issues with speech therapy now, it’s really easy to solve and won’t take long. Aside from the pronunciation concerns, there are the funny kid phrases, which just show the complexity of the English language, like “Why you didn’t putted…?” Some of the phrases, we’ve been working to correct, like changing “what you said?” to “what did you say?”

Noah enjoyed Hanukkah and got closer to being able to spin a dreidel. He really liked the latkes this year, which was new, given his unusual lack of appreciation for potatoes. His greatest wishes for Hanukkah presents were a music box and snow globe. He got the former and the later will probably come for a birthday present. We don’t know for sure how he picked up an interest in those items. We think the snow globe came because there’s one in Mary Poppins. I have to say though that I wonder how many 3-almost 4-year-old boys (or kids in general) in America were asking for a snow globe and music box for the holidays. It was a refreshing innocence in the face of the consumer culture with all the tv and movie related toys. He’s not totally immune though. We were in TJMaxx and he saw some Spiderman toy and started whining like crazy that he wanted it. Mind you, he’s never seen Spiderman anything, but enough other kids have Spiderman related products that he knows it’s something cool!

His recent favorite song is “Miracles of Miracles” from Fiddler on the Roof. It has presented plenty of opportunity for discussion including what are miracles, what does “slew” mean (as in David slew Goliath), and giants. He’s big into both miracles and giants right now. The interest in giants has been piqued by several stories he’s read lately that have featured giants. And then to learn that Goliath was a giant, just added to his appreciation of the song. One day we were listening to the song and discussing miracles on the way to swim lessons. When we got there he didn’t hold my hand in the parking lot. Although I generally insist he do so, I didn’t make a big deal out of it because he was right by my side and being safe. When he got across and on to the sidewalk he said to me, “Mama, you know why I wasn’t holding your hand? I didn’t need your help because God will help me!” I didn’t know whether to be proud, amused, or appalled. I countered by saying, “Noah, do you know how God helps little boys? It’s by giving them mamas to look after them. Next time, you’ll hold my hand!”

His drawing skills have really taken off lately. His pictures look like people, with the right features. He shocked me one day last month with the clown picture I uploaded here. He drew the face and then the body (complete with belly button), then put on arms and legs, hands and feet. He started drawing fingers, counted to 5, paused and then kept going, while explaining that he had extra fingers because he was a clown and funny. Same with the toes. “They’re long, because he’s funny.” He loves to cut things out too, so he and Cary have taken to making finger puppets. The other picture here is of the puppets he made one morning last week. He brought them in to me and explained that there was a robot, a giant (the one with the long neck obviously), and a ghost daddy and a ghost mommy and the ghost mommy has a baby. I loved the pregnant “ghostie.”

In less pleasant news, his newest set of annoying tricks is saliva based. He is constantly filling his mouth up with spit and swishing it around and or occasionally spitting. It’s driving us nuts. Of course we don’t tolerate it, and have tried several approaches to getting him to stop, but nothing seems to work. So, life, while good overall, isn’t with out its challenges.


AVI
I feel like we’ve already lost our newborn to an active baby. Avi is close to 17 pounds. He is grabbing and holding things, transferring things between hands and mouth, giggling, blowing raspberries, screeching, teasing, and flirting with everyone. Nursing has new challenges. Though he often still rubs my chest back and forth with his free hand, he now has taken to hitting me enthusiastically as well. Pounding actually. And I unintentionally made him cry recently when he bit me so hard with his toothless gums that I yelped loudly, pulled him off and said, “No, Avi!” We were both shocked and surprised. I wish I could say that was the last time, but no, and that boy has a strong jaw! He also gets easily distracted whenever Noah is anywhere around. I even tried to have Noah just sit still beside me one time to see if Avi would be happy nursing if he could look at Noah, but no, he couldn’t nurse if he was ogling his brother. He adores Noah. He laughs easily and smiles at everyone, but Noah seems to get them even without trying. He just walks up to him and puts his face in Avi’s and Avi cracks up.

Avi has started fussing at dinnertime. It really seems like he’s saying, “Hey what’s going on here and why don’t I get a piece of this?” So we decided he was ready to try some rice cereal. Auntie Jenn pointed out that it might also give an option for feeding him so that Cary and I could go on a date when we are all in Hawaii, because he still refuses a bottle. I think in his 4.5 months of life this chubby baby has had less than an ounce from a bottle. We’ve tried a sippy cup several times too, but no luck, nevermind that it’s filled with breastmilk. We let Noah give him his first few spoonfuls of rice cereal. His face lit up. He looked so excited. That was three days ago. I think now that he was just excited that Noah was putting something into his mouth, because it hasn’t excited him since. Today he threw a fit about it. I wonder how weaning will go with this nipple-chomping, voracious velociraptor.

We’ve made no progress on sleeping through the night. Although we are frequently successful in letting him fall to sleep on his own in the crib, he still wakes up several times a night, rarely sleeping past 1 or 2 before his first feeding and then wanting feedings every one to two hours after that.

He’s getting much stronger. He doesn’t mind tummy time anymore and can hold him self up on his arms. He’s accidentally rolled over from tummy to back twice. He really startled himself both times. He still hasn’t managed to go from back to tummy but I think that’s because whenever he’s on his back he does crunches. He must have the best baby abs ever because he does hundreds of crunches a day, with each one lasting several seconds sometimes. He’s so focused on trying to sit up that he isn’t moving in the right position for rolling over. I have no doubt that he’ll get there eventually.

11/3/07

Halloween was a success. Here are pictures of our completed costumes. Noah's has been worn on a daily basis actually, so it's less of a Halloween costume than a daily dress up piece now. Avi and I were Kang and Roo (the other way around of course). Not exactly a flattering shape for me, but I think we did effectively look like a kangaroo and joey, with our matching ears. Don't miss Avi's cute matching hat/ears and pants/tail.
In other developments...
Avi...
We dusted off the old exer-saucer for Avi. It says for use after 4 months of age (Noah didn't use it until at least then), but we've started using it with Avi at only 2 and 1/2 months. He loves it. He wants to be standing all the time, and often doesn't like the bouncy seat because it reclines to much - he tries to sit up and lean forward in it - so I thought I'd give it a try. Now it's his favorite thing, right behind bath time and watching Noah that is. We've also started putting him in the highchair at the dinner table so that he's at the same level as the rest of us and sitting up straight. He likes this much better than being put in the swing at dinnertime. As a matter of fact, unlike Noah, Avi hasn't gotten much mileage out of his swing. And despite his apparent upper body strength and control, he still hates "tummy time." He'll start fussing within about 60 seconds usually.
He is producing full laughs and giggles now. And the bath brings out pure squeals of delight. He also seems to giggle every time I take his arms out of his sleeves. I think it's because he knows he is getting naked, his favorite state. He must have gotten that from his brother. Speaking of Noah, several times recently I have come in to wake him from a nap and found he's been sleeping in the buff! He of course thinks it's hilarious when I am surprised to uncover him that way.

In sleeping news, Avi has matured socially and therefore regressed in terms of his sleeping patterns. A month ago he was getting really good at going down when he was just a little bit awake still. Now that doesn't work at all. And his recent trick is to wake up about 30 minutes after going down to bed at night and then take a long time and much cajoling to get back to sleep. Thursday night when this happened we went in to him several times, patting, shshing, rocking and attempting to get him to fall back asleep for more than 3 minutes at a time. Finally Cary gave up and brought him upstairs where we were watching TV. Avi was all smiles, laughing, cooing, etc. I looked at that cherub and told Cary we had just been had. Not yet 3 months and already he knows how to totally manipulate his parents. I don’t think that we’ll be waiting until 11 months to make this one cry it out like we did with Noah.

Noah...
Humorous Noah-isms recently:
“I certainly did,”
“Where was you?”
“I have a good idea!” (usually right before suggesting a slight variation on something you’ve just said no to)
“gianastic” (for really big)
“Hey, I have to tell/show you something.”
“When can I _____?” (insert any activity we’ve been discussing, like riding in a submarine, parachuting (to which I said never), surf, etc.
He still uses almost only male pronouns and objects (he and him, rather than she and her), despite our efforts.
He appears to be regaining his ability to self-entertain, lost temporarily in the wake of Avi’s arrival. His behavior also seems to be improving. Though he’s as strong-willed and stubborn as ever.
We’re in another series of swimming lessons, twice a week. His teacher is really good with him. She knows how to handle him pretty way, though there have been a couple of times when I’ve had to step in and tell him if he doesn’t follow directions (like no spitting water or going away from the place at the wall he’s supposed to stay while she’s working with the other student) that we’re going to have to get out of the pool.
In other wacky developments, he insists on having a line of stuffed animals along the edge of his bed before taking a nap or going to bed. He thinks it’s hilarious to put his pj bottoms on inside out and backwards after he gets up and goes to the bathroom in the morning. And he loves to wear his pants backwards (I let him at home but not when we go out.