Since our family has been separated over the past month, we're out of habit with the boys' bedtime routines. Last night when we tried to put Max to sleep, he cried and cried for his brother, "ofo" as he calls Hank. Since Hank was already asleep, we could not figure out what on earth Max wanted and tried to explain to him that Hank was in bed asleep. Well, as it turns out, while Max was at Nana Grover's house, he took a liking to a little doll (a very manly brown colored doll, I might add) that he calls "ofo" and he was crying because he wanted to sleep with his "ofo." Such a little sweetie!
Friday, June 11, 2010
Ofo
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3 comments:
so cute and yes your boys are definately out of the same mold!! hope things are going well for you, so sorry to hear of the heart ache you have been through. definately a mother's worst nightmare. my prayers are with you and your family!
I am glad that you are all doing much better. it's funny that the little dark doll's name is ofo, because it is actually a tongan name. :o) I guess your baby might be tongan!
ofo... he is cute!
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