Wiley can count to 59 unassisted.

Archer is so ridiculously cute and imaginative, I love it. He seriously will find a piece of string and carry it around, caring for it, pretending it's his baby. He makes space ships out of twigs and vacuum cleaner parts and will spend hours sitting in the dirt or branches outdoors imagining he's flying an airplane. There is an old cedar tree trunk that he has made into his latest airplane, sitting between the branches and using the knots and bark as the buttons for flying or blasters. He knows all the characters in starwars and most often chooses to be Luke Skywalker-usually by wearing a bath towel wrapped around him as his cape thing. He's super cool; I love watching this. He's pretty good with his ABCs and can count to 11 with a little help. He loves to draw and when he makes me a picture (usually of his friend Ella at Sherrill's) he will insist I hold onto it for a long time because "that's for you." He is popping out all these memories, too, like "that's where we get chicken food! That's where we get dirt! That's our playground!"