Whoever coined the phrase about “history repeating itself” probably wasn’t talkin’ about our grandson. Nope. I think perhaps those three little words have more to do with events like boundary skirmishes, Hatfield/McCoy-type feuds and world wars. Well, it could apply to him a bit, as our charming little Ben IS giving his parents one heck of a time getting himself settled down at bedtime, much like his big brother did. It was bound to happen. I mean … the cute little guy is kneecap deep into his ticklish twos.
I recall Ben’s older brother playing a similar bedtime recreational sport but with his own twist. Jacob was about the same age as Ben when he learned how to catapult himself out of his crib. It was suspected he was a miniature Spiderman with a sticky substance projecting from his fingertips, aiding in his crib rail launching.