December 18, 2001

Zach was jumping on our bed while I was getting his PJs ready. He bumped something and began to cry a little. I say, "Oh no, did you hit your head?" Kiss his head. "No." "Your nose?" Kiss his nose. "No. I hit my mouth." Then he stuck out his tongue for a kiss to make it better.

We moved his tent to the living room so he could watch TV shaded from the sun streaming in the window. He has been having a lot of fun in it.