Last night I moved a futon from the attic, where I've been sleeping with Griffin, to his bedroom. It takes up more space than the little tiny kid bed he's never slept in, but at least he and I can sleep in a room that's not unbearably hot at night.
He told me this morning that he wanted to put it back the way it was "last year." I think it's because it interferes with his castles and his little people.
July 20, 2005
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January 12, 2005
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January 9, 2005
Rowan is very much into the gymnastics and climbing up and flipping off of me. We started doing this number where I would raise her up onto my shoulders and then she would jump off into the love sack. Today, it went awry however, and Rowan ended up going straight down and hurting herself.
Bad Daddy. No more of that trick.
Bad Daddy. No more of that trick.
January 6, 2005
January 3, 2005
December 6, 2004
November 9, 2004
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