The routine is the same each morning. I hear some rustling upstairs and go up to find J.D. sitting in his bed, wide awake, sucking his thumb and fingering his fleece blanket. When he sees me, he smiles and starts running through an inventory of all his favorite words: "Key! Key! [Blankey.] Tree! Car! Truck! Dog! Puppy! Cup. Cup. Cup. Cup. Cookie. Cookie." We head downstairs to get him a drink and some breakfast (which is usually not a cookie), and he continues to look for things to name.
One of his favorite objects to spot is a hat. His aunts and uncles entertained him with a straw sombrero today, which he enjoyed much more than the last hat they put on him.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Labor Day Getaway
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Overnight at Grandma and Grandpa's
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
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