The Dead Caterpillar

Today as we were climbing into the car to go to playgroup, I saw a fuzzy caterpillar. We saw an identical one on a walk a few days earlier and have been looking for it every time we go past the spot--"Where is the caterpillar?"--so I pointed it out to my oldest. He bent over to look at it and then--WHAM--stepped on it. Guts squirted out one end (interestingly they were the same color as the caterpillar). I said, "Well, the caterpillar is dead," and my little guy said, "It's not moving. Is it asleep?" He brought up the caterpillar again while driving to the part and when we parked the car after our errands (luckily we were not in the same spot, so I didn't have dead dried caterpillar to worry about).

I'm not worried that the little guy is going to become some violent person: his "Mama you're beautiful" and "Mama, are you happy?" are stronger than the one-time murder of a butterfly-to-be. But I was surprised by his behavior with the caterpillar facination from earlier.

Sitting or falling?

The littlest one loves tummy time and can roll from tummy to back and back to tummy, but he isn't much interested in sitting. A little while each day, I sit him between my legs and let him go at his toys in a different way. He likes it, but has no balance. (No worries, he is only 5 months old.) I tried to have him sit on his own--just to catch a picture. No luck. This is what I came up with. The funny thing is that when I started pressing the button he was sitting.

I really don't want to hurry his growing up--he is already too big--but it is fun to see what he can do.

Underwear celebration

We switched to cloth diapers--we are still trying to work out the kinks--but two days in them made my big boy and me both ready to try potty training. (Hey, if I'm cleaning up the poop anyway, shouldn't we at least be progressing toward something?!) So here is the celebration of trainers and underwear. Some days are better than others. But, we're working on it.