my writings and this place are for you, sweet wyatt sullivan - for when i am old and can no longer remember. you can come here to read about our antics and our good times of growing up together...and maybe get some insight on how we became who we are.
Friday, September 11, 2009
the painter
the painting project you were making for dee dee today got a little out of had - but you had a blast! two baths later your stomach and hands are still stained black.
you hate being swaddled. you love to have me kiss all your boo boos. you love story time. you hate naps. you love dora. you hate sitting in your car seat. you like onions. you like beer. you hate wearing socks. you love my pillow. you love ketchup and mustard.
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