Today, it's Grandpa's day, so after breakfast we sung Happy Happy for him over the telephone. Having done that, we moved on to just chilling. Dad and I are still in our bath-robes and I think Antonia's wearing whatever it was she slept in last night. (Ok, point taken, mom, whatever it was she didn't sleep in last night.)
I'm reading The Very Noicy Night for the zillionth time. It gets better and better by the read. It's like you find new nuances. At first, I totally thought big mouse was the one in charge, but now I realize that it's really little mouse who calls the shots.
Antonia did her best to get to my book, but fortunately, she doesn't know how to crawl yet. At least not forward. The thing to look out for are her long arms and sticky fingers. She can reach much further than you'd think just looking at her.
Either way, I think she was happier playing with dad than reading my book. She is much too small for advanced literature like that.
Morning? It's almost 3 pm. Yeah! We move slow in the weekends.
I'm reading The Very Noicy Night for the zillionth time. It gets better and better by the read. It's like you find new nuances. At first, I totally thought big mouse was the one in charge, but now I realize that it's really little mouse who calls the shots.Antonia did her best to get to my book, but fortunately, she doesn't know how to crawl yet. At least not forward. The thing to look out for are her long arms and sticky fingers. She can reach much further than you'd think just looking at her.Either way, I think she was happier playing with dad than reading my book. She is much too small for advanced literature like that.Morning? It's almost 3 pm. Yeah! We move slow in the weekends.
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