Sometimes you have to get to work before breakfast. Buttons need to be pushed. Lights need to be flashed. No time for proper clothes. The sun has risen and it is time to work.
Harper prefers to stand. Sitting is over. Why would anyone sit? Sitting offends her. She wants to stand in her crib, in the playroom, and on my hip. Don't try to bend her. She will arch her back and lock her fat little knees. She stands until she falls. Then she cries. Then she stands some more.
Too much talking, back to work...
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