Ezra thought of his own way to welcome our new downstairs neighborAt six in the morning or so Ezra woke up. Shanna informed me, "You take him, it's mother's day." After a short pause she added, "And Father's day is on my birthday."
Last night Ezra managed to con his parents into letting him sleep in their bed. His preferred sleeping location is smack in the middle of the bed with both arms straight out to the side. This morning (at 5:45 I might add) I woke up to the little guy poking me in the back of my neck saying, "Da, Da?" or at least that's what it sounded like to me.
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