Our day started out way too early. The little one thought it would be cute to wake up at 3 AM and whimper his way out of his crib and into our bed. His strategy worked...kindof. Unfortunately for T, he has no bed manners yet. He kicks. He slaps. He flails. T is the ultimate bed hog. How can one little person take up so much room?
We kicked his little butt out of the bed and sent him back to his crib at around 3:25 AM.
The rest of the day passed without drama and that was alright with me. I had enough of dead rabbits, vomit and the dark, mysterious world known as the Department of Social Services.
Juan, T and I took a walk around our hood around 7. We bumped into a friend who happened to be pulling along a red, never-undecorated-from-July-4th wagon. We of course seized the wagon and the opportunity for yet another camera moment. This was T's first time (we think) riding in a red wagon or, in fact, any wagon.
Day 5 cometh.
-- D
