Reid gets picked on. A lot. Lucy sits on him and jumps over him and drags him and tips him over and squeezes him. But he also gets loved. A lot. Lucy holds him and sings to him and hugs him and watches out for him and tells him stories. And Reid eats it all up - the terror mixed with love has turned in to adoration. I think his most restless time of the day is in the morning when Lucy is not awake yet. He will pull/drag/scoot/crawl himself to be where she is. (And yes, one of article of clothing is always missing from at least one of my children at almost all times. I feel mostly capable at parenting but I really can't seem to keep them both fully clothed.)
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