Havana

Jake has been giving Nate pony rides… it’s so freakin’ cute.  They invented it themselves.  Jake crawls on his hands and knees and then coaxes Nathaniel into holding on to the waistband of his pants and either walking or kneeling behind Jakey as he crawls along.  Sometimes JJ switches it up and gives donkey rides.

They say that babies this age don’t “play” with other kids, but Natesy has been playing with his older brother almost since the beginning.  Grandma said her favorite thing about Super Bowl Sunday, besides the most delicious Asian inspired ribs (I’ll have to post the recipe), was that Natesy came to wrestle when she was roughhousing Jacob on the floor.  Of course Nakezilla would never miss a match.

Although Nate loves playing with his older brother, I think he really loves Jake nap time.  Just this afternoon I found him sitting in the big toy drawer, frolicking in the forbidden toys , happy as a clam.

In the last 15 minutes he’s already bludgeoned Jake’s wooden fish with a ball before eating eat, claimed his brother’s sippy cup, manhandled the illicit mini rabbit hutch that could be a choking hazard and is now enjoying a long rectangular block like it’s a cigar.

Uh oh.  Swiper just woke-up.  All the good dangerous toys were just snatched-up and locked in the complex and impervious Mickey Mouse lunchbox.  All that’s left is an old truck from the ’50’s and some wooden tropical fruit.  Hasta mañana.