You're sick and maybe teething. Last night you woke crying. I groggily put you in bed with us. Sometime later, you crawled on Dad's head. I breastfeed you in bed. When you come to me, you want the boob. When you go to Dad, you want to be on top of his head. As if this wasn't bad enough, you farted on Dad's head! Only Dad didn't know that you farted. At 2:30 AM, he turned on the light and changed your diaper thinking you pooped! You make me laugh, kid.
It was the primary program today and we did a "family part" this year. Everyone said something but you. You're barely talking. That did not stop you from trying to get to the microphone. I ended up leaving the podium early with you while you screamed. Good times, good times.
I love you,
~Mom
It was the primary program today and we did a "family part" this year. Everyone said something but you. You're barely talking. That did not stop you from trying to get to the microphone. I ended up leaving the podium early with you while you screamed. Good times, good times.
I love you,
~Mom
