He ran and ran and ran with the big brothers this morning. Around and around the downstairs circle with Luke. Laughing and silly. Screaming with delight.
And then into the "fort" with Jaxon. Throwing himself against the walls in silliness. Tackling his Mama and his brother.
Giving the morning every ounce of his baby gusto.
And by 11:30 he was crying and sad. . .clumbsy and falling. . .uncomforted by his nip and a Mama cuddle. And I thought maybe he was just ready for lunch. But, when that didn't do the trick, I realized that his big brothers had worn him out.
He's not quite ready for the big leagues yet. But, he's trying.