This morning, as I was nursing Ruthie and Gideon woke up, he sat up and asked me "Mommy, what's your name?"
I replied "Kelly. What's your name?"
He said, very proudly and pointing to his chest "my name is GOOD BOY."
(This is after he was up from 4-5am and wanted me to just stand there and watch him. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong, and didn't want me to do anything other than stand there. Eventually I got fed up and left despite him protesting. He seems good and happy today, I wish I could say the same for myself...)
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