Dada had to work late last night so at bedtime last we all piled into Tyler's bedroom. Gavin, Chili and me. This was a long but fun change of pace bedtime. Gavin is so into Tyler. He reaches up to grab a hold of any part of Tyler he can get. The catch is explaining to Tyler that it is not okay for him to do the same to Gavin. Last night while cooking dinner, with Gavin in the exersaucer and Tyler by my side helping me measure and pour the ingredients, everything seemed surprisingly under control. I was cooking a full on meal. Tyler was helping nicely (although it was hard coming up with enough things for him to help with) and Baby was entertaining himself. Too good to be true, I thought. Just then, Tyler jumped off his chair and ran over to the baby. I figured he was going to give him a kiss or something, after all, Tyler dishes out the kisses all the time. But suddenly Gavin whimpered and I turned just in time to see Tyler pull the baby's hand out of his mouth. I walked over and asked Tyler what he did, looking at Gavin's hand and seeing a big bite mark on his poor tiny finger. "Bite baby," Tyler sang in his sing song voice as if there were nothing wrong with what he had done. Hearing his innocent declaration of guilt, it dawned on me then that he really doesn't retain things I repeat thousands of times each day. So for the umpteenth time, Tyler was told that we don't bite. It's not nice. You hurt the baby. Although, you'd never know it by looking at Gavin who still dished out big smiles at his big brother.