Adolescence

Butters is going through some weird phase where he is no longer happy to amuse himself by moving his mousies from one place to another, in between naps. No, he wants to play, to interact, with me, right now, and for about forty minutes at a stretch. I have a number of dangly toys on long poles, and after he has taken each one of them and hidden them under the TV table, I have to get them all and we have to start again. I can't explain it - when did he get so perky? So pushy? But I can't argue - he's so cute and so excited to play. He's also started playing with Portland, a little stuffed weasel that was Sammi's old favorite toy. Watching a real weasel wrestle with a stuffed one is adorable, let me tell you.

And then, with no warning, he is done - he just runs out of the room. Bye Butters!

Wacko.

Other good things this weekend: Netflix, mcfurrin brunch, lovely soup, much TV, sleeping in.