My dad, Grandpa E, and Baylor have developed a little routine on the couch. When they hang out together, the cushions get moved and jostled, and there is plenty of laughter in the air.
Baylor likes to play "April Fools", which is basically peekaboo. Then, when that gets a little old, Dad will close his eyes and wait for Baylor to properly say, "Open your eyes." He's getting there ... pronouns are tough when you're two.
Baylor likes to play "April Fools", which is basically peekaboo. Then, when that gets a little old, Dad will close his eyes and wait for Baylor to properly say, "Open your eyes." He's getting there ... pronouns are tough when you're two.
I love the way they both get goofy with each other ... it's good for them both.
Dad makes a "Baylor sandwich".
And Baylor always tries to wriggle free.
Lately, Baylor has been saying, "Hold you." Which is basically him asking you to hold him and snuggle. It's impossible not to oblige.
And, of course, there is the Grinch.
I swear, each time Baylor's throne gets higher and higher.
The couch is their space, and I'm so glad they have it.
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