Russell Redux.

So here's what I posted on September 30, 2007, six days after this boy arrived.

Of course he's worn out. He spent all Saturday and most of this morning chasing every one of us, despite Mom's telling him repeatedly, "Do not tease William" and despite Caroline screaming like someone dropped a piano on her foot whenever he got too close. Mom finally got out the Dreaded Water Bottle and he finally calmed down. Now we're on to Phase Two–which is I have to eat everything in sight within two seconds because I only got one morsel a day for a hundred years in the shelter (which I've already been through with both Olivia and Caroline)–so we're all eating dinner in shifts in different rooms. ::Sigh::

I was never this much trouble.

Thanks to everybody who sent him well wishes on the last post. I can honestly say that a brother was a pretty good idea, despite the rocky start and the fact that I thought my mom got him for her bathroom. We've had a fun four years.

But you know what hasn't changed in all that time? His eating habits!