They still love rescue bots. They wrestle all the time. They ask for a snack ever 5 and a half seconds (maybe that's not true but it feels like it). They torture each other. They watch movies in our makeshift living room (we're still unpacking storage). Solomon practices potty training. Malachi asks me if I can count to ____ all the time. I've reassured him I can count to just about all the numbers he can think of but it has not stopped the questions. Solomon folds his arms in anger and bows his head as he says, "hm." Malachi is doing so much better at controlling his anger. Solomon has picked up so many words so quickly. Malachi likes to baby his best brother. They like to get in bed and cuddle with me. Solomon gives me kisses all day long. Malachi tells me I'm beautiful all day long. My self esteem is through the roof. Solomon is still always filthy no matter what. Malachi asks a lot of questions. The...