But that zillow on my pillow....

For Blake's birthday he received the book There's a Wocket in my Pocket. Let's just say there's a new favorite book in the Z-house. Yesterday alone we had to read it five times in succession, and there was a little boy who reallllly wanted to sleep with it tonight.

I love it. I love that he can rhyme the second word if I say the first. I love that he giggles and knows what's coming on the next page. I really love that he looks at me strangely if I ask him if there's a nooth grush on his tooth brush.

Sigh...we need more Dr. Seuss.

Sorry Mom. ;)