That is what my husband calls it. The little one has decided that he can sit. Sort of. If I set him up, and arrange his limbs he will sit unassisted for quite some time. He loves being a big boy too. If it means freedom, He is all about it. Well, that is until bedtime. Then he is strapped to me like a ball and chain. No the kid still isn't sleeping in his own bed. Which is fine for now, because he still wants to eat at 3:30 and again at 6:30, and frankly I'm not ready to be up at either time. However, it would be nice to just get into bed and clickity clack on my computer without fear of waking him up thanks to that myspace with some insane song playing on it. :)
Thursday, February 15, 2007
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