Wednesday, March 04, 2009


Tonight you were sitting on my lap as I attempted to give you a breathing treatment. Across the room was your Daddy and brother sitting on the couch playing peek-a-boo with a big blanket. You were squirming around and I thought it was to get me to stop the breathing treatment. Which I did. And you still squirmed to get out of my lap. I put you on the floor and you crawled straight to your Daddy and reached for him to pick you up so you could play. You were all smiles from there.

Daddy's boy.

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