I understand that I've been saying it every day for 15 days, but Mister Man...we are so sick! We barely did anything today. You desperately needed a nap, fought it...and finally fell asleep...fifteen minutes later Aiden woke you up and you were up for the next few hours whining and rather miserable. You finally calmed down playing with a collection of gift cards we've been collecting for you (empty ones.) That and we watched Frances goes to bed, and then I watched you go to bed. (Note the cheesy writing, Man...I'm right there with you with the exhausted and cranky and sick. Will it end??)
The day ended with another march. You love it! You laugh and run and I'm absolutely amazed at how the dogs (particularly Peabody) follow you...
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