Evan loves the treadmill. While Mike and I are on it, he stands at the gate in the doorway and yells, "Keep running!" "Good job!" "Go, go, go Mommy Mom (or Daddy Dad)." When we're finished, he gets to "run" on the turned-off treadmill. Last night he decided to get more comfortable with all of his bed stuff. I think he figured out pretty quickly that it wouldn't be a great place to sleep (a little harder than his matress).
By the way, Mike would be mad at me if I didn't recognize Evan's new sweatshirt and say, "Go Dawgs." :-)
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