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Two things. No wait, three.

1. Three full days of work. Then new house.

2. Don't let his 4% percentile size fool you, Cole is the bossier of the two when two of them play alone. Especially when they play pretend. From 4:30-5:30 last night all I heard him tell Grady was "no, you're the dada", then "you're the dog", "put your baby in the crib". He's either bossy, or he thinks he's a director and Grady is the actor. Seems to work for them.

3. Last night, as Cole has doing his screech-owl cry over ...well, I don't even know why he was crying, to be honest. It's just a really high pitched cry that could pierce an eardrum. Anyways, I was crying to comfort him, Keith was putting Grady's pajamas on a few feet away. Grady looked at Keith, then looked at me, and then, having established that he has an audience, said "he's so irritaaating", and for a second I felt like I was noshing over a bagel with an old jewish lady. And then he laughed at his own punchline. That kid has perfect delivery.

Are you sending good moving vibes our way?