Julian can say "mama" now, and he'll sort of rub his head on my shoulder and say "maaamaaa" or teeter around me saying "mama, mama" over and over. He's pretty much heaven at the moment, except when we put him in his crib to sleep and he tosses his binkies out one by one and then wails as he looks down at them through the prison bars, I mean crib railings (PLOP... PLOP... PLOP... waaaaaannnhh).
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Mama
Julian can say "mama" now, and he'll sort of rub his head on my shoulder and say "maaamaaa" or teeter around me saying "mama, mama" over and over. He's pretty much heaven at the moment, except when we put him in his crib to sleep and he tosses his binkies out one by one and then wails as he looks down at them through the prison bars, I mean crib railings (PLOP... PLOP... PLOP... waaaaaannnhh).
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Hi Nevada:
Just wanted to tell you how much I'm enjoying your blog. It turns out there is much to be said for vicarious living. Keep up the very amusing and interesting posts! :-)
Hi to everyone,
Claudia
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