Last night, Jared woke up about 7 times. I kept bringing him into his room. I said, “Don’t come back until it’s light out”. Next thing I know he is tapping me on the head, “Daddy, is it light out?” (Of course, it was pitch black). Then this morning at 6:00am the three of them were jumping around us like Cirque de Soleil.
I was having a nice dream too. I was having a fling with Paris Hilton. I mean a terrible dream! A nightmare! Who wants her?!? No way. I love Katie. I love Katie. Bad Paris Hilton! Bad! I love Katie.