It's been a week. I'm sure it didn't take everybody a week to figure out that we do the same thing every night. It's a boring, predictable life we lead at night. I love it. I spend all day responding to the whims of sick people, so coming home to monotony is wonderful to me. Also, I'm an introvert, so I love to come home and just hole up and not do anything or go anywhere. That and I'm just too tired.
Anyway, Porter *loves* his mobile. He has one over his bed at daycare as well as home too, and since he's not in his bed at home except when he's supposed to be sleeping, we've never turned it on. The ladies at daycare told us how much fun he had looking at it one day, so Nannie tried it out at home with the same results. Tonight's pictures are sponsored by the boat mobile over his bed. He watched it go round and round in circles so much he must have gotten dizzy. And of course he talked to it. He might have inherited the loud talker gene from his Aunt Monkey.
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