You weren't miserable in the pictures in the stroller...You were milk drunk. And I can't get enough of that lower lip of yours. I hope teeth don't unpout it.
I had to work, so you spent the day with Grandmom and Grandmapa. Grandmom took you on a walk in the rain and wrapped you in her baby blanket. They called them "carriage blankets" back then. Weird, right? You're not in a carriage, those are driven by horses...you're in a stroller!
You read, and played with the music box...jumped in your jumperoo and played with the puppies. You had a very good day Mister. I missed you something awful though, and was so happy to come back and see your smiling face! Your face was sleeping on Grandmom when I got there though, which was sweet enough to appease me. It's amazing how I spend all but ten hours with you a week and I still can't get enough of you. It's also nice that we're going through that phase together. I wonder if when you start differentiating as an older kid if I'll be wanting to as well...
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