Tuesday, January 17, 2006
I hate my crib
[As transcribed by Daddy]
Hung out with Mommy. You know the drill. At the end of every day, Daddy asks Mommy about my day, for the purpose of recording in the blog. When the best she can come up with is "Um... she pooped", you know it's been a nondescript day.
Mommy and Daddy did some grocery shopping, so I hung out with Gamma and Anisa. Afterwards, Mommy and Daddy and I watched a good movie, and I fell asleep. Once they put me in my crib, though... ...I've developed a strong aversion to being anywhere near that thing.
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