Will and Claire were both puking all night last night. They both slept with Brad in our bed. When he got up this morning to get ready for work they started jumping on the bed and shouting, "we're sick! We're sick!" I think they're gonna be fine.
Yesterday Ruth was eating an Apple and discovered she has a loose tooth. She showed me the spot of blood on her apple, to which Will replied, "oh, real blood! Let me see it!"
Ruth has been wanting to wake up early to read scriptures and stretch. Brad got her an alarm clock, but she broke it. Now she wakes up in the middle of the night trying to get us to wake up because, "it's morning time." No Ruth, it's 1.30. Go. To. Bed.
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I would buy 100 alarm clocks if it meant keeping them in their room at those hours of the night.
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