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Drew has entered into a very rule oriented and precise phase. I've been corrected by him several times over the past few days. For instance, this morning while he was drinking his morning "coffee," I heard a "Hey! That's not supposed to be up there! That goes in the garbage!" He came around the corner with a stink eye, looking straight at me holding my empty pint of ice cream from last night.

He was talking to Kim, his babysitter, yesterday just before going home. He told her he was going to go home and play baseball. She said, "Oh yeah, you're going to go play baseball at your house!" And he said, "No.. not in my house! In the backyard!"

The other day I was sitting on the couch going through mass amounts of junk mail. In the end, I tossed the pile on the floor. "Hey! You can't do that! That doesn't go on the floor.. that goes in recycling!" (Okay, Musselini....Sheesh!)

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We went for another walk tonight... our number one way to tire out Drew before bed time. It was sunny and 60 degrees. Not too shabby considering the weather we've been having recently.

Drew and his favorite... a fire hydrant. He's addicted to these things.

Pretending he's a bunny, hiding in the grass.

Jill, Drew and a flower

Drew on the run, Michael Jordan style