The field behind the park across the street is full of cows. I hope they live there forever because it is such fun to walk to the cows, watch Chili's hair stand on end when he gets near them, moo at them and watch them eat all day long. This weekend we visited the cows several times, and most of these trips Tyler walked the entire way. It was all part of my attempts to get him worn out so he'll sleep better. He did a heck of a lot of walking for a little man. On Sunday Grandma and Kristin visited so we walked some more. After they left, I put both boys in the bike seat for the first time. Gavin seemed to enjoy it, until Tyler realized he was pinching-distance and wouldn't leave his poor baby hands alone. Next time I'll find a way to keep Gavin's hands tucked under a blanket so Tyler leaves him alone. When they are in the stroller together, Tyler thinks it is fun to reach behind him and pull the baby's blanket off, or take his hat off, or tug at his arm or whatever extremity he can reach. This is beginning to be a problem, as I can only take so many instances of Tyler making the baby cry. Which leads me to the final thought of the weekend. We have designated a "Time Out" space in the house. It was dada's idea actually but now that it's there, mama uses it the most. Tyler's pretty good at staying sitting in the chair until we tell him he can get up (usually less than 30 seconds later). And he must have apologized to baby half a dozen times this weekend.