I'm not really sure how this came to pass but Caleb and I now sleep together on a mattress on the floor of his bedroom. No decision was made in favor of this arrangement. Somehow it just came to be. He occupies 75% of the mattress and the pillow. I get about seven inches of bed and a pair of old jeans to rest my head.
"Daddy," he whispers at 6 a.m. with alarm clock precision. "Watch a show." And thus my day begins. There is more negotiating than I had anticipated...and wrestling...and discussion of bodily functions. When Maddie wakes up, I become referee of a game in which I don't know the rules.
That has to be a foul, Time out.
"Can I come out yet?"
I don't know. "No, that's a two-minute foul."
"Why?"
I DON'T KNOW. Geeze, what's with these kids.
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3 comments:
Oh Tim! You have been missed in LP1, and you will be missed in Boston. Well, all of the Hart clan really! Provo doesnt even know what to expect.
I just stumbled upon your family blog. Congrats on baby #3 and the big move. Good memories of LP1. Wish you guys the best!
A dad's role in his children's life goes through 4 phases: first a passing curiosity, then a jungle gym, then a referee, and finally a bank. Maybe you're still supposed to be a jungle gym? Seems a little early to become a bank...
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