One year old. Life is great. Grandma Linda made me a cake with a doll torso stuck in it so I would not get jealous if I saw that she did for Evelyn 5 years ago. The cake was delicious but I had no idea that being one would mean I was no longer allowed in my parent's bed for any reason. Just all of a sudden that dad of mine would not let me in. The first night I cried for 45 minutes and he must have come back in to lay me down 20 times. That tired me out, but the second night I tried again. Third night too. After that I finally gave up and sleep from dusk till dawn, or some baby version of it.
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