For sure some days I wish I could just do this. Clint got up at 5:15 to go running- and so did Michael. He was screaming- I don't mean crying... he was screaming. My first thought was that he had a leg stuck in the crib slats. Nope- he wanted his book "Cars and Trucks and Things That Go" and it was across the room. As soon as he had it in his hands, he was fine and happy as could be. Really- at 5:15? Ugh.
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