Day 4

Today was a struggle. Keegan woke up at... I honestly have no idea.

I heard him singing A B C in the lounge room, and shortly after that, he came in to get me up. So I stumbled through into the lounge room. He was leading me by my hand. This is one way he communicates, leading me to what he wants. Sometimes it’s clear; other times, it is a guessing game.

This time he led me to the baby gate I had to install to keep him out of the kitchen. For several reasons, the main one is for his safety. An
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