Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Why’d I have to grow up?
I wish I was a baby again. How nice is that? Everything is new. Everything is there to explore. Except for the inability to explain yourself intelligibly, it's a sweet life. No job. No responsibilities. Can walk around in your pajamas all day. Everyone brings you your meals. You're given a bath every night. When you cry and complain, people actually care and listen.
Why’d I have to grow up?
Why’d I have to grow up?
Friday, December 4, 2009
duck duck duck goose
For awhile now Baby J. has been saying "da da". And some will argue she's just babbling, while I argue that it isn't a coincidence that she says it mostly to me (especially when I first get done with work or when she's bringing me something). But that's beside the point. For sure, without it possibly being interpreted any other way, Baby J. says "duck".
duck duck duck goose
duck duck duck goose
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