We stayed at home this new years’ eve, in case the fireworks would launch the boys up the wall, but we needn’t have worried. Ben stoically went on contemplating ways to eat our food, while Sam’s biggest problem was figuring out if the fireworks at the front of the house or those at the back were more worth watching.
On a similar note, we’ve observed before that while their mother generally fled to the darkest corners of the house when there were strangers around, Ben and Sam have no such need for privacy. Any lap that’s warm and has a hand around willing to stroke is a good place to sleep, and if there’s no such place, new people are once again interesting things to attack, run around on, or beg for food.
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