Tuesday, May 22, 2007

My kid sleeps like a log

Or the dead. Whichever conjures up the image of a deep sleeper. (But not the reanimated dead 'cause zombies NEVER sleep. Which is why I keep a handgun nearby.)

Today we had an electrician come out and wire our shed and house for some outside receptacles. While he was making a horrendous racket down stairs drilling through bricks, Little A was conked out. Silly little dude.

Today marks sixteen months of post-utero life for Little A. And he bumped his head three times while we were out at lunch. Kid's got his mommy's eyes and her clumsiness.

*Have you responded to your Prom Evite?*


1 comment:

Evelyn said...

I love that kid!
He's the best.

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