Last week he: went to the dentist for the very first time. he was super nervous, but did really well (it was a mighty swanky office, so that helped!) / finally gave up sleeping with his 'nuk nuk' aka pacifier. I know I know, it's about time / helped pop change the oil in our car / loafed around the house a bunch playing with toys and enjoying no school or camp or speech class for a whole week.
Last week she: was a little cranky (probably too much time around the house and not enough action for her... or a tooth) / did a great job waiting around at the dentist (even when I had to put her down on the floor like an orphaned baby) / started really, truly, officially crawling / knocked over lots of her brother's towers and train tracks, leading to lots of crying from him, and then lots of crying at his crying from her... last week was a doozy!