My dad cracks me up. This is snippet from an email he sent me today with the subject ‘Just a Rainy Friday‘: I guess you were wondering how old I was when I realized that mom wasn’t always right. Well………It was about 1957.
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…but I can’t stop laughing! Apparently this little guy is high as a kite on nitrous oxide: (ht: “The Weight Of Glory“)
(from my buddy Patrick)
Our doc said that Josiah needs ‘Tummy Time’ every day. This is supposed to strengthen his neck, back, and his legs, and ultimately help him crawl and walk someday. But he’s not a huge fan. Over the course of about 3 minutes, the progression looks like this: “Ooh. Hi dad. I’m having tummy time.” “I… Continue reading Tummy Time