Oh, the T-man. He's 2, loud, hilarious, and the craziest kid I've ever met. He worships the ground his siblings walk on, and repeats everything they say, even though he usually has no idea what he's talking about. He's definitely more wild than our other kids. Our only trips to the ER have been for him. The first was after he got his thumb stuck in a closed door and we were worried his bones were crushed. The second resulted in this:
He had decided that you really shouldn't waste any part of the apple, including the core. He succeeded in getting it stuck and having it completely block his right airway. Infection ensued and he had to have a bronchoscopy to get it out. Lovely.
He's also our first to climb out of the crib. He hasn't done it until this past week, so I guess that's good. At naptime, he started climbing out and flinging himself to the floor. He would only sleep if you laid down with him for two hours (yeah, right!) or if he happened to fall asleep on the couch, usually around 4:30 pm.
When he started every morning by clinging to the side of his crib for dear life, we decided it was time for a bed. We already have bunk beds, and had wanted to take them apart to be two beds on the floor, but we had to do a little repair work first. T and H had recently climbed up to the top bed, jumped around, and broke one of the wooden slats supporting the mattress.
Got everything situated last night and he slept in his "big boy bed" for the first time. He slept well, but woke up very early and pretty much lost his mind by the time church rolled around. He's an exasperating kid sometimes, but he sure does make us laugh. :)
