Jamie is apparently part rooster and has taken to waking himself and, thusly, the rest of us up when the sun rises. It hasn't been a problem until recently when the sun started rising before 7:00. Today it rose at 6:01, fifty-nine minutes before our alarm was due to go off and only fifty-five minutes since the last time I was up with him. Not okay. So we went to Ikea today to get blackout blinds for his room. I'm not trying to wake up at 5:58 tomorrow. He was such a good boy while we were shopping that I decided to get him a toy. But which toy, of all the wonderful Ikea toys? Well, what does he like? Tags. Tags on blankets, clothes, and, above all, stuffed animals. So I picked this snake, which is actually much more of a tag handle than stuffed animal and therefore perfect for Jamie. But as perfect as it is, I must say, come now, Ikea. Is all that really necessary?
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