9:11 p.m.— Time for bed, and he sits on the ledge and tells me: “Mommy, tap to window wipe!”… and I “tap” his hand, and he wipes the window with his finger. He creates a lot of games and interesting things with the items in the house, and makes us play them as if ...
*When tempests are tossing me to and fro And pressures like waves spill into my soul *Peace I...