Now that Tessa is able to crawl around, she and Adam have started to play together. One of their favorite games is to crawl into the kitchen and slide a plastic block across the floor. They love the sound it makes. Then they crawl after it and repeat the process, giggling like crazy. It's beautiful.
Their ability to keep each other occupied has made it a lot easier on the Missus and me. We can actually do things while they are playing (keeping at least one eye on them, of course.)
Last Saturday, for example, while the kids were scooting around, the Missus gave me special dispensation for an afternoon nap. How wonderful a weekend snooze is after a long week of commuting!
My splendid slumber was rudely interrupted by yelling and crying from downstairs. Adam was crying. The Missus was yelling--for me.
I stumbled downstairs to find he Missus freaking out and Adam with a mouthful of blood. The little punk had fallen and bit his tongue. He was fine after a few minutes, though later he whimpered a little bit when he tried to suck his thumb at bedtime as usual.
The Missus is still trying to recover. Apparently nurses are calm and cool in medical emergencies except when their own children are involved. I'm going to have to be the one to provide first aid around here.
Poor kids.