On Monday night I retreated into a homemade womb with Suzanne. We think that babies listen to muffled Sigur Ros.
I make a point not to lift my feet from the ground while crossing Johnson Green. It's pure joy. I haven't fallen yet but those who know my clumsy nature know that I'm playing with fire (on ice).
I eat ants on a log almost every single day. I ran out of peanut butter so now the sunmaid raisin ants crawl along almond butter. Delicious.
Last night Sarah and I looked up "Cat using fork" on youtube.
I'm ready for bed at 9:30, but I stay up late 'cause all my friends are doing it.
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