Monday, January 28, 2008
"Go-bama!"
That's Roosevelt, lying in bed not sleeping, instead shouting out support for Barack Obama. That's our boy. "Go-bama" indeed.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
splish splash
One upside of three days of rain is plenty of puddles to splash in! Here's Roosevelt going at it in a puddle just outside our kitchen door.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
"Why are the tears coming?"
That was Roosevelt tonight, as he dramatically wiped at his eyes, 14 hours after he woke up, at the end of a day where he went to his music class, to preschool, and then to a goodbye dinner for his Hungarian friend David--all with no nap. It wasn't really a question of why they were coming, but why they took so long!
Of course, loading him sniffling and weeping into the car at the end of such a long and fun day didn't mean he went to sleep immediately--he still had to sing the Grand Old Duke Of York a good two dozen times before he finally conked out.
Of course, loading him sniffling and weeping into the car at the end of such a long and fun day didn't mean he went to sleep immediately--he still had to sing the Grand Old Duke Of York a good two dozen times before he finally conked out.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Roosevelt's dream journal
This morning Roosevelt said to me and Janice, "I had a tiny, tiny dream last night." Really, we asked. What was it about? "A tea cup talking to a watermelon." Really, what did the tea cup say? "I'm sorry!"
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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