Monday night

Jay had his Monday night out and the boys were wonderful (it can be a mixed bag some weeks). First of all, they spent a lot of time chasing each other around the dining room, in and and out and around the table and chair legs. Griff is so sweet about crawling so that he and Allan can play together. Every once in a while Griffith would flop over on Allan's legs so that Allan could "get him" and they would both laugh and giggle.

After bath time, we turned down the lights, got our books and snuggled on the couch. Usually Allan likes to roam around (and make lots of noise) while Griff is trying to get to sleep, but Monday nothing would do him but that he be in my lap, too. Which would be fine, if he and his brother wouldn't keep hitting and poking each other. After three stories (Griffith keeps yelling "read!") we settled down. Except for Allan hitting his brother's bottle. Turn Allan around and pin him down to my side. Then Griffith realizes he can kick Allan in the back of his head (in his defense, it really was right in the line of fire. It would have been hard for any one to resist.) Turn Griffith out. Then Allan moves back up. Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle. Finally Allan goes to sleep on my right shoulder. Slide him down on to the couch and lie back with Griffith on my chest. At which point Griffith begins kicking Allan in the head in earnest. Fine. Reposition myself so that Allan is between my legs and I can keep him protected from his brother's assault. Sigh. Peace and quiet finally.