Are You Sure This is Normal?

I told you that King named his bellybutton "Bell". I had it in the back of my mind that maybe this behavior was a reversion of some sort, because Mike likes to play with his bellybutton. No sooner had I dismissed this, than I started catching King sucking on Michael's pacifiers and drinking out of his sippy cups. I know it is common for older siblings to revert to babyish behavior upon the arrival of a new baby in the family, but Mike's 18 months, so I'm worried that it's a response to some other stress (that's code for: I'M RUINING HIS LIFE and IT'S ALL MY FAULT.). I should know better than to expect my children to display typical behaviors in synch with some text-book schedule. I mean, Mike won't even say Mama or Dada, yet. I should do a little research on the topic, but 1) I'm lazy; 2) I'm afraid of what I might find; and 3) It's so much more fun to irrationally bitch about it here!

Speaking of odd, but quite possibly normal behaviors, Michael has a few new "dramatic" protest performances. If he doesn't get what he wants (usually something with enough sugar in it to send a horse into cardiac arrest) he will head-butt the nearest inanimate object, usually the floor, but sometimes the refrigerator or the wall. Then, of course, he starts crying because "Hey, that HURT!" What am I supposed to do with that? The other thing he does when he doesn't get what he wants (usually me not picking him and carrying him around like  I'm his own personal rickshaw) is throw himself, literally, on my feet and writhe around in what looks like a drawn-out death scene, complete with moaning. What's with all the DRAMA?

On the lighter side, just so you don't think it's all just worry and thespians over here, Curtis just taught Michael how to give me a raspberry on my tummy. At first, he would just lean over and spit on me. Now, he buries his face in my stomach, waiting until I'm sure he is going to suffocate himself, then he blows the sweetest little fart noise. I don't remember the last time I laughed so hard, and I'm not even ticklish.