Friday morning -- June 2nd

The boys were good last night. Dad was off in Detroit so I had them all to myself. Allan had gained a little weight and Griffith lost a little so they both weigh the same again -- 3 pounds 8 ounces.
I remembered to get Allan's tape out of my bag last night and we sat there for quite a while holding hands and listening to Aunt Kathy read Bad Mousie. It is a cautionary tale of a little mouse who was bad (hence the title) because no one had ever taught him to be good. In the manner of all good children's literature, it is a terrible story and I have no idea why any one would think it was appropriate for kids. In short, Bad Mousie lives with a little girl (Danica) and her mother and he does all sorts of awful things. One day Danica's mother has had enough and embarks on a campaign to rid herself of Bad Mousie -- she ties him to the fence for the owls to eat him (he escapes), puts him in a box and throws it in the washer (ditto), and ties him to a kite and sends him sailing (he eventually drops in to a mud puddle). Rather than skedaddle somewhere with less homicidal (mouse-icidal) people, Mousie decides that he would like to be good and goes home and learns the rules from Danica. A cautionary tale, for sure. The boys should take heed -- this could be you. (Jesus is coming - R U ready?) ANYWAY, Allan was very alert through most of the story, clearly listening and looking around to try to find where the sound was coming from. He fell asleep listening and apparently was an angel all night long.
Griffith got a bath last night. Just in case you were wondering, he didn't really like it. He wriggled and squirmed and looked at Caitlyn and me with pure fury in his eyes. It is hard being so little and unable to fight off these people who seem to live to plague you. He settled down after that, though, and had an uneventful night.