Thursday, March 17, 2011

Just a Note

As I sit here, listening to Leo repeatedly slam his head against some part of his crib or another, I wonder how my parents made it through 18 years of this with me (a solid 12 that were probably pretty bad) and did not end up wrapping my head in bubble wrap nightly.  No joke.
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