Are growing up so fast. Harper's about to walk and Dylan's spinning Jay-Z records on the iPad. I'm cooking a lot. Harper devours my salmon and I make Dylan scrambled eggs in the morning. Harper's almost 1 and Dylan's almost 4. Harper eats everything in sight. I think she'll be an athlete or a competitive eater. Dylan wrote her first song and she was so stoked when I visited her school to play a show for her friends. She whispered in my ear, "Can I sit next to you." We're heading up to Vermont this weekend but Dylan's been "crashing" in our bed and we need to move her to her big girl bed soon. It's hard when your trying to let one cry it out and not wake the other one up. Oh y'all know, it's like I'm preaching to the converted. Y'all know the deal. And if I complain or vent in the least bit, someone will say, "Dude, just be lucky you have kids!".....So please, don't do that.
DZ
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