My Wired Little Boy

I don't know what has gotten into Andrew tonight but he is wired for sound. Before bed, he was running around the house, outside in the yard, going full tilt. His mouth has been busy too as he has been (and still is) talking up a storm. Mike and I put him to bed about 8:30 tonight. He has not stopped talking. He has been singing, counting to eleven and saying his alphabet (as best as he can). He is blowing raspberries (you know, BBBLLLTTTT sound) and talking non-sense. One time I heard him jumping in his bed. When I was in the boys' room laying down with Will, Andrew kept busy. He would flip-flop around, kick his legs up in the air, lay with his feet on his pillow, ask me what I was doing, etc. He would also ask where the rainbow went (we saw one after Will's practice ended because a heavy rain storm snuck up) and where the tow truck went. Poor Will can't get any sleep because of Andrew. Whatever he has been into, I want it.