Life has continued to move at a rapid pace. Mom recently decided to put all our things in boxes, stack them in piles, get people to put them in their cars and trucks and then rearranged them in this new place we've been staying at for a few days. I'm not quite sure what she is trying to accomplish but I don't really mind what things we have or where we live so long as you, Daniel, Joshua or Mama are there every time I wake up.
I personally thought our old little place was just fine - we could have made it work for longer especially if we had just implemented Daniel's idea to have the whole family sleep on one bunk bed (Mommy and Daddy on top and three boys on the bottom).
Anyways I am trying my best to keep up with my older brothers in this new place we are living and spend most of my time watching them and learning while you're at work each day.
The one key lesson I have absorbed so far is that, at least in our household of all boys, life is all about competition.
One cannot merely eat breakfast; one must always challenge the other in between bites by stating "I'm beating you!".
Putting shoes on... one must declare "I did it first!".
Even going on a walk... actually we don't really go on walks. Yes, you guessed it, we actually always go on races.
Since I can only roll, cannot eat solid foods and haven't figured out how to put shoes on (although I do think that they are pretty tasty to drool over) I have been trying to come up with a category in which I can compete.
Finally I found it - teething.
I'm busting two out on my lower gum and all I can say is "I'm the earliest! I'm beating everyone!".
I'll do my best to remind you of my efforts tonight so you'll be very
Best,
Joseph
