- Early on it had become apparent that Jonathan was too adventuresome to be left alone. My friends and I developed a system when we cleaned our rooms. One of us would watch the boy as the other two worked. As we moved from room to room he'd grab the side of my dress or Rose's dress and babble away to us. Our time to clean was his time to talk. It seemed good practice for him since he was usually too active to stop and converse.
- Most of the time activity was Jonathan's motto. He ran circles around all of us. When I used a table he'd climb onto it only to jump off. The furniture in our apartment was his own personal jungle gym. He'd bound from chair to chair, never touching the floor. It wasn't possible to stop him. The word 'no' was like an ignition switch. Damien laughed and said it was just like Evan.
- Jonathan was like Evan in other ways also. His hair grew so it ran down his back. When it reached a certain point it seemed to stop growing. We kept it tied back to keep it from tangling in everything. Getting a knot out of Jonathan's hair always resulted in screams that sounded like bloody murder. Damien remembered that having been a frequent issue when they were young also.