LUC JPUN

We went to Pasquini’s tonight for a quick slice of pizza before our neighborhood land use committee meeting at 7. Griff was exceptionally quiet which had us concerned that he was coming down with something. He managed to stay quiet for about 10 minutes at the meeting until Mom was forced to take you out to the other room to play. Our neighborhood is becoming a development haven. The worse is our city councilman proposing to put a homeless shelter near the Children’s Museum, Aquarium, and DPS school site all in the name appeasing the mayor for political favors. He’s already proven that he won’t listen to our concerns and has almost had a physical confrontation with one of our members at a meeting. As I am typing this Kim is spending over a half an hour trying to put Griffin in his crib. We start by rocking him and having him fall asleep with his blinky – an oversized handkerchief. The moment we attempt to put you down you immediately clutch at our arms and proceed to squeal. It wouldn’t be so bad but if we let you cry you end of getting so worked up that you end up vomiting and in a cast that’s just not something that we want to clean up. And so the battle goes. You fall asleep and the we put you in the crib and you scream bloody murder. Now past 45 minutes I think she has finally gotten you in the crib and you turn towards your wall and tuck your blinky to your chest. If you don’t immediately roll back over it’s a pretty good chance you’re going to stay asleep. Once that occurs it’s time for bed for Mom and Dad until you wake at 2-3:14-4:06 or 6 and we start the day all over again. Officially 10 days left.