My son loves to be tickled. He may protest and scream, his face turning bright shades of red, but he loves it... and asks for it, "tickle, please". Lately, we're all about pulling. More often than not, that means that the belt from my robe is stretched between parent and son. He loves to be yanked to us, the happy momentum of a 2 year old careening into our arms. We're in a very Star Wars phase lately and if we time things correctly, he may be intrigued enough to jump into a new bed and situation if Star Wars sheets apparel it. Here's hoping:) This evening we made an interesting discovery. Quinn was hiding between the bed and his crib. He called me over to hide with him and when I did, I noticed the "artwork" that adorned almost the whole side of the sheet. He had made large circles and swoops in blue pen all along the side of the bed sheet. I did my best not to smile and laugh and called Luke up to help us discuss it. It wasn't something he did today, so even though he recognized it as his work, it wasn't a fresh action and he was more interested in playing soccer. Speaking of, he is quite the kicker. He hasn't quite absorbed the No Hands rule, but it's not as if we're getting David Beckham on him. He likes to combine chasing the soccer ball from Dad with tumbling, grabbing it with his hands and attacking Dad at the waist. Funny kid.