sweet kid

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Yesterday Dillo came home with a packet of art projects from school - the usual two year old stuff, marker drawings, paintings, little pieces of paper pasted onto a big piece of paper. When we picked up Casper, she took the packet and flipped through it carefully, really looking at each piece. And she was saying the sweetest things: "You are really getting good at your art works, boy! These are really good!"

In less good news, Dillo had a terrible night last night for no apparent reason, and spent from 12:45 on in bed with me, and was up at about 5:30. I am so tired and grumpy this morning.