Friday, April 27, 2007
Friday Morning
Poor Jon David. Eleanor has climbed into his crib and is making him play a game she has made up. The best I can tell, it goes like this: Eleanor "cries", Jon David runs in with a toy baby bottle, says "here Yeya", she drinks it, says "thank you Mommy Jon David", he says "nigh nigh" kisses her, and leaves the room with the bottle. They laugh and laugh - and then start the game all over again. It's been going on for seriously a good thirty minutes. Don't feel too bad for Jon David, though. Eleanor sneezes and he thinks she's a comic genious, so he's pretty much in heaven right now.
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Precious baby boy! I can hardly wait to see Jon David in his biggie boy underpants. Has he gone tee tee yet?
Good writing, Courtney! This blog is the draft of a book, you know. Are you thinking of illustrations? Or will you use actual photos?
There is a book I want to get for Jon David called Captain Underpants. It is about two boys who write a comic strip with a hero patterned after their dad in his briefs.
Kiss the wee ones.
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