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I am so glad these two are good friends.  Besides Tanner biting Taylor and leaving plumb colored bruised and scratching his face to look like we have a demon cat, and Taylor egging on Tanner and boxing his older brother a good one, these two get along pretty good.  They can each hold their own.  And they can each scream so loud when the other one attacks that my ears ring for a good ten minutes. 

And this is how Kortlen feels about tummy time.  End of Story.

Have I mentioned what an Angel Baby he is?  He's simply wonderful.  I suppose he's trying to get in some shut-eye before he has to defend himself at bedtime, in a crib, in a room, with two other hoolagins.  *chuckle*