Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater

My camera is broken. And I'm too lazy to put pictures from my phone on here. So, words is all you get.

Peter is now fifteen months, and is all toddler. Somehow my sweet baby has disappeared and has become an urgent grunting thing with opinions who always wants to go outside. He's also the only kid who dares go down to the basement by himself. We've lost him a couple of times in the new house. He's usually in the basement or, if someone's left the door open, in the garage.

He loves shoes. Dad's are his favorite, but anyone else's will do in a pinch. He just carries them around grinning.

He has just learned to fold arms for a prayer. If you place his arms in a folded position he'll keep them that way for the entire prayer, looking bemused and befuddled the entire time. He'll stay that way until you unfold his arms and give him five.

He's switching from two to one naps, and hates to go to bed. There's so much he knows he's missing.

He's been going to nursery with me and Alice the last few weeks, which he's been loving. Alice hasn't allowed me to leave when I take her in there, and it looks like that's going to be permanent. At least for the next five months when she goes to Sunbeams. So really we're just kicking the conflict down the road until January. But Peter gets a bonus three months in nursery, so it will be good. I've spent most of the last couple of months in the hallway at church with him anyway. So, nursery calling. Never had that before. It will be good.