Monday, October 12, 2009

Welcome to my crib

I think we used that joke before. Mom says if I'll sleep through the night, she'll write better jokes. Is that an excuse, or a threat?

Anyway, I've moved into larger accommodations. I can stretch out without bumping both ends! Not that I can understand why anyone would want to; I prefer to sleep wedged across the short way.

This crib doesn't play beach noises or heartbeats, but I'm trying to convince Dad to tune the bars so I can learn the xylophone.

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