George regularly laughs at Curtis. He finds his big brother to be absolutely hilarious. And too, too often, it is when Curtis is misbehaving. I have a premonition. This premonition does not bode well for anyone, except maybe those two little boys. They are going to have a lot of fun. A lot of memories. A lot of wrestling matches [ending in injuries]. Pretty sure, Brock is going to be the oddball of this trio. He is the oldest (and they are ALWAYS weird, duh). He is further away, age-spacing-wise. He is too caught up in his own little head, trying to solve all the world's problems. He has bigger, better things to do, than join the debauchery of two little brothers. He is busy. Like always. That is, until those two stumble upon something really interesting, like an object that makes a mess and a load noise. Then, well, maybe he's interested. In fact, maybe he needs to take over and figure out how to make the noise louder and the mess bigger, huh, amateurs. He is a boy after all.
It is only a matter of days before George will climb all the way to the top of the stairs. A matter of weeks before he begins cruising. A matter of months before he is walking, then running, then talking, then behaving like a little boy. For me, this process could slow down immensely, for him, those days could not get here soon enough. He is not ready to run with the big boys, he screams like a terrified, little girl when he falls from the 6 inches that is a standing to sitting position. He merely gets bumped and cries as if he had an extremely close brush with death. I don't think he is being purposefully dramatic, like that middle child, I think he genuinely fears for his life on a regular basis. Luckily, it does not appear he lacks tenacity - for this and his curiosity, he reminds me more of the Brockster. We will see. But as for right now, it's baby gate time. Vacuum everyday time. Make sure to pick up all the Legos and loose change time. And, get all the snuggles in while you still can time, because he already dislikes being rocked to sleep.
|OK...I'll give it to you one more time.|