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i'll just rest here 'til mommy finishes showering.
john has been in rare form. he played, talked, and ran after daycare yesterday, telling us all about his day. at dinner he ate more green beans than i've ever seen a kid eat. and he kept asking for more!

he happily took a bath and brushed his teeth with no complaints. we said goodnight to daddy and went back to his bedroom. normally i sing to john before he goes to bed - we sing the alphabet song, or one of the lullabyes i've written for him. but tonight, he decided to sing to me! so he sat in my lap and looked at me and danced while he sang his own little tune. i called my husband in and john just kept dancing and singing. i wish i could have taped it - it was the best. i am grinning now just thinking of it.

then this morning, john started to wake right as i was getting ready to get in the shower. (isn't that always the way? we have terrible timing!) so daddy went to get the bug up, and i got in the shower. the next thing i knew, there was some movement outside the glass shower door. so i wiped the fog off to look out, and there, curled up on the bathmat, was john. he brought his doggy and kitty that he sleeps with, and he snuggled up, resting while he waited for me to finish.

the rest of the morning was full of the normal shennanigans - john reading me his "things that go" book while i put on makeup, etc. in fact, john proudly pointed out the "'racker wiffa moo" in the book - for those of you not fluent in johnese, that's a tractor with a cow on a trailer behind it. and he yelled "duck! duck duck duck!" and then looked at me ... and then yelled "quack quack mommy!" since i clearly hadn't identified what game we were playing.

so what's it all add up to, those sweet adorable stories? my own little tgif. thank god it's friday, and i can't wait to play with my little bug all weekend.

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