Drat.
N's reading my book. MY book...the one I began and am now into 300+ pages.
He loves it. So much...that printed pages and binding lay captive in his lap--his fingers tightening around the edges so that his nails pale from gripping.
H'ain't givin' it back, people. Not until he's through.
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This morning we went to Tony and Jen's, shared doughnuts, and played with Sam and Joshua, who are so loving. I had really come to the place in the past few months where I thought maybe kids weren't for us. We don't have the time or the energy or the money, it seems. But, there's still a little bit of a desire there, I noticed, as I wiped snot from a tiny, smiley 9 month old.
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That is so awesome about the book...
sometimes patrick drinks my tea-and that's precious liquid gone that i will never get back.
Patrick, a tea-snatcher! I surmised as much. You can't trust smart-people; they'll out you your tea every time!
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