I love this time of night.
Drew’s had his bath and he’s in hyper but snuggly mood. He keeps running around on his tip toes while squealing and then slows down and says, “walk sloooowly.”
And then, of course, he dives onto the couch where Daniel is stretched out trying to rest and I hear, “OW. Your elbows are sharp!” And I want to say, “THAT IS WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING ALL ALONG. HE WHITTLES THEM EVERY DAY!”
It’s almost time to tuck Drew in bed and then it’s time to watch Grey’s Anatomy and Private Practice.
Or “Private Anatomy.”