It was almost 5am when Monk Monk and I climbed into Barbara's bed.  If we lived in Minnesota, she would love having me sleep in her bed.  I am like a little oven radiating lots of heat.

I didn't write on this day, so I have forgotten it.  I know I went to school and Mommy is still sick, so I stayed at Barbara's after school and all night.  

 I helped feed Anna Kate.

 I am closely supervised when I am holding the baby. 

 I helped GGF clean up the street.

 Working makes me hungry.  I think this is the day I ate four small bowls of chocolate ice cream.

 When the weather is not too cold, not too, we take Anna Kate outside to get some sun... not really sun, because we keep her in the shade, but you know what I mean.

 I enjoyed watching little bits of the World Series.  I was for Kansas City.  Barbara recorded the game and she would show me exciting parts of the game, the next day.  I had to go to bed at 8:30p before the games were over.   I have been mixing marker colors in the tub every evening.  I found mixing a lot of colors, makes brown.

I respond well to having a bedtime routine.  When I know that I have these things to do: bath, snack, teeth brushing, potty, gather up Monk Monk and other animals, say good-night; I do a pretty good job of being in bed by 8:30 and being asleep around 8:45, maybe even before that.   And that gives me time to wake up in the morning on my own and be plenty rested and then I seen to not get into trouble as often.  Don't get me wrong, I don't get in trouble often, but just sometimes.