at the beach wiley tried to teach eunice to talk: "can you say penis? say poop."

wiley was wearing a black t-shirt and said, "i look like mommy" i guess i need to diversify my colors.

archer is a teeth making machine. the two bottom ones are through and there are two white dots on the top front ones and one of the bottom canines is making a dot, too.
he rolled over from back to front this morning twice at grammies and is sitting pretty well, it's his preferred way of being now and when he's on his back he strains as hard as he can to try to do a sit up. he continues to be content nearly all day long. i've put him in his crib tonight to see how sleeping in there goes...we'll see if it sticks.

wiley continues to amaze with his memory and his self confidence and his, shall we say, independence. the boy likes to do things his way and by himself. as long as he isn't tired he is kind and thoughtful about getting things done.

i was thinking about my love for them and it's surprised me the way i feel. I guess i figured i would somehow split the love already out there once archer came along, but that hasn't happened, there's more love, different love, for both of them.