Ok, so maybe I take a few pictures every time you fall asleep on my chest because I'm afraid that you're gonna get too big to do it soon and some day you'll be hulking over me and embarrassed that you ever did...
Today was a standard happy day. A few moments of cranky, but you're a baby - that's to be expected. I made you into my message wearer, but shortly after the photo-shoot you had a bit of a poopsplosion and good and ruined that onesie... it's ok - the neckline was all wrong for you anyway. While we're in the same post as me saying embarrassing things: you get the CUTEST look on your face after you assplode. (excuse the use of the word 'ass' but if you've ever seen an assplosion you know this is the only way to say it)
We got the ergo figured out, and I'm happy to say that you seem comfy in there when I do it correctly. We read another Curious George story with Brennan after a seriously and swooningly good picture with Mommy and went to bed. God you're delicious.
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