L has been waking up earlier and earlier. I took a walk every day last week and most days I needed to take him along. Today he was up at 7 when 9 was the old usual as of a few months ago. But I guess a bottle of milk isn't able to get him to go back to bed so well. But he did fall asleep on the way to church and slept through half of sacrament meeting.
We figured out with B that small bottles save you a lot of mess. There is only 4-5 ounces of milk in them and baby can chug that down. Even if they throw a bottle on the floor, it's less likely to be full enough to come out and ruin the carpet.
L loves balloons. His "please" is getting very good because he really wants the things he wants; milk and balloons.
He's rather territorial and will push the other children off my lap. : ( But they all adore him. I'm so grateful to have children that love one another most of the time and the baby all of the time. They love to take him to nursery and pick him up. I love to find him with them toddling down the hall. It's always a sweet reunion. And I'm beyond grateful that he goes to nursery with no fuss and stays the whole time. I love my kids. None of them have had a problem with that separation. It probably helps that it is their first separation, rather than something they have dealt with since way too young. But I know other stay at home moms whose children refused to go to nursery. So I know it is just a mercy and I am grateful for it.