"More, please?"
It all started with the lady I tutored calling her son her treasure. I thought that was neat so I started telling my oldest son that he was my treasure. When I said it to him, he whispered, "Treasure", as if I was telling him a secret. My babies, all four of them, are my treasure.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Eli's Birthday Party
We had a party for Eli last Saturday night. It was a small affair, but we had fun. Eli loved the cake, for sure. I was a little concerned about giving him cake right before bed, but he ended up sleeping until 8:30 the next morning (an hour and a half longer than normal), so we've given him cake right before bed every night since. Not really, but it was definitely a consideration just to see if it would work.



"More, please?"
"More, please?"
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