Our youngest little guy is teething right now. And I have to say, that he has been thee WORST kid to deal with so far. I look at him funny and he yells at me. I don't look at him at all and he follows me around the house crying at my feet. He refuses to eat anything that doesn't look like baby food. Although, that might just be him being picky. Either way, he's been rotten and nasty and sensitive the last few days. Today.... our beautiful Sunday, seems to be no exception. Daddy was sitting in the recliner while baby A played all over him. Unfortunately Daddy M is sick and this kind of fun, isn't really all that fun. Imagine having a mini earthquake that rolls all over your body while you are nauseous. No good. So.... Daddy M relocated to the ground so mr. baby could have the recliner. Seeing as baby A is especially sensitive, he was not ok with Daddy getting off the recliner and going to lay on the ground. This was when, in his tiny little fury, he looked around room and found his foam sword. Then found Daddy M's head and smacked him while yelling at him. So, M poked his belly. Standing tall at a threatening 2 feet.... or less, off the ground, A yelled at Daddy and swung his little sword at his head again. And got poked again. Eventually, since his little legs aren't adept at keeping him balanced, he fell over from a well planned poke and stayed sitting while still hitting Daddy M with the sword, still yelling in protest. At some point he was poked hard enough that from his sitting position he toppled over and stayed down. Halfheartedly trying to hit M with his sword still. He fought a good fight and as far as he was concerned this was as far as it needed to go. Although, a few minutes later he did abandon the sword and sat on Daddy Ms head. Perhaps acting as though this was his victory kill.
Either way both baby and Dad were worn out by the "fighting". One took a nap and the other wandered around looking for food. You can decide who was who. :)
