When I was pregnant with Caroline, I asked Adam for one thing, a glider. I didn't have one with Owen, and am glad that I didn't know what I was missing. Now, that I have my glider, I won't have it any other way. Needless to say, the glider is MY chair. If I am going to sit anywhere in our family room, it's going to be in the glider. Imagine my surprise when I realized that Owen had figured out how to climb into the glider, turn around and sit down. Now, he thinks it's HIS chair. If I am not sitting in the glider, that little stinker will climb up into the chair and sit. He won't get out unless I ask him very, very nicely, or spin him around and let him have a little fun. Is there a new emperor in the house? Have I been dethroned, already?
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