Sleep. I don't want to talk about it.
You have this funny new thing that you do in the mornings after your diaper gets changed...you ask for your shoes. You don't want socks or pants...just shoes. "Dju-dju? (shoes) Djee djees? (please) Dju-dju?!" Edible I tell you. Which is lucky, cause I'm exhausted. A little playing, a lot of crawling around chasing the dogs...and we were off to spend the night with Papa. Tonight is the first time that he's ever told me that you were cranky! You weren't doing any of the normal playing that you do, and were particularly irritable the whole time, pointing to your mouth repeatedly and saying one of your variations of "da." The short and fast one...which is "hot." You wanted your fleece off...I had totally thought to call Punkin when he left with you to make sure that he knew that you had an outfit under there. Bummer. We'll make up for it next week and have a nice good playdate...
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