Standing Tall

Henry has to wear the restraints for another week. The small hole in his mouth (about a centimeter in length, starting with an eraser sized hole, then tapering off...picture a comma) is slightly smaller, but not strong enough to withstand a finger in it. So, one more week of restraints. I don't think he minds. In fact, I think he's come to terms that he may have to wear them forever. He as learned to crawl, roll and now pull himself up to standing.
Today, Owen was drawing, and Henry was "helping" by handing him markers. After a bit, Owen decided it was time to play with chalk on the other side.

A very serious artist.

Does this count as playing together?

While the restraints are getting grosser and grosser with food, snot, goo... I think Henry's getting cuter and cuter. This is him waking up from a nap.