Thursday, October 16, 2014
That's how it is and I remember it well.
Thankfully for Jake and Missy, Charlie is figuring out that sleeping through the night, or at least a good chunk of it, is the civilized way to go.
Of course, this means that while the sun is shining he's looking to interact with his world and me. Today we read aloud from John Sandford's latest crime novel, listened to a bunch of good music. No stitching.
Charlie flung a bunch of bodily fluids around, tried to eat a stuffed frog and worked hard at turning over. He likes Ben Webster and Frank Sinatra. He's almost eleven weeks old and he is planning on stealing my earrings any day now. I better switch these hoops for posts.
These thoughts founded the day.
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