Cullen took off all of his clothes and pooped in the crib again today. This is getting old pretty fast. Never again will I send him to bed with just top and bottoms. He needs a onesie so he can't get to his diaper.
Now he is in bed crying hysterically because his favorite blanket is in the wash.
The insides of my eyelids feel like someone jammed grass in my eyes, and I can't seem to keep them open.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
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3 comments:
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that little rascal!
Aye-aye-aye.
As the nurse told me while I was still in the hospital after having my baby, "Sleep fast, sleep hard."
These kids of ours don't give us much rest, but, this too shall pass.
I'm assuming Cullen is a baby and not a dog.
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