Yesterday was Tre's first day of 3k. Now they say everything went fine. He slept for only twenty minutes and ate half of mac cheese and ham meal. Then today, the director tells me how about all the things I'm doing wrong. It hit me hard, now Jon and I both have to try harder. No more playpens, high chairs, letting him throw things around or not helping him feed himself.
I got Diva's ears pierced yesterday. I was thinking she was going to scream bloody murder, but no. She did one of those silent cries and let out a few whimpers and that was it.
Diva also learned to fully crawl this weekend, not just scoot around.