My little MMan is six months old and for the last six months hadn't really knocked his sister's world off kilter. Until now.
Now he is scooting around to get at what he wants as long as it is in the floor. Such was the case the other day when GGirl was happily putting a puzzle together, minding her own business when (insert Jaws music here) the MMan invasion began. Only he didn't see big, wooden puzzle pieces. He saw fantastic, hard teething toys!
And so it begins: the little brother invasion.