My birthday was last week. It wasn't a big one, but it was the one before the big one. Ugh. I don't feel that old, but I'm getting old nonetheless.
Anyway, the morning of my birthday we woke up to the sound of Amanda screaming for us at around 6:30 a.m. Charlie plucked her out of her crib and brought her into bed with us, hoping she would go back to sleep. Unfortunately this time it didn't work. Andy came into the room around 6:45 a.m. and asked, "Do you want me to take her?" Um, yeah, you don't have to ask that one twice!
It turns out Andy took Amanda and Sarah downstairs and got breakfast for all three of them. Awesome. I think I'll keep him around for a little while longer, he's finally pulling his weight.
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