Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
8.31.2006
Life With a Toddler, Vol. 13
Well, we pulled down the crib and gave The Little Boy a twin mattress to sleep on. . . for the time being, it's sitting on the floor. W first tried it on an experimental basis for his afternoon nap:
As you can see, he needs some help with the whole "pillow" concept.
"I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
1 comment:
This is break-your-heart adorable!
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