"That day" finally came today, the day Lucas figured out that he can get himself out of his bed. Up until this point, whenever he woke up, Lucas would cry out to have either his Mom or Dad get him out of bed. Last night about 1 A.M. Tarren awoke to the sound of a certain young man opening the door of his bedroom. He spent a few minutes in our bed before his mother escorted him back to his room. Then this morning at 6:03 A.M. he popped his head out of his bedroom door and, finding his parents still asleep, he lightly slammed his bedroom door shut.
Now if we could only teach him to turn on the TV and make himself his own breakfast. When that day comes, I won't be blogging at 6:30 in the morning! By then, of course, his little sister will probably be at the same point he is right now.
On another note, Lucas and I took the camera along with us yesterday on our afternoon walk, hoping that we might capture a picture of "our" deer. Nothing doing. We did spot one, but it was amongst the myriad of trees. Hopefully we'll find one out in the open soon so that we can give you idea of what we see on many afternoons.
Grace has an appointment with the GI specialist this morning. We will see what he has to say about her situation.
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Wow, did this post bring back a lot of memories from our own family. One morning little Anna came into our bedroom, snuggled down between us, looked into my eyes, and said, "Daddy, I have a secret." I can still feel the spine shivers from the moment of cuteness. I asked, "What's your secret, Anna." "I killed Mufasa," she answered. We didn't watch the Lion King video for a long time after that.
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