Today mommy cut your hair, just your bangs. I don't know what they'll
call this in your time, but its what we call a 'hot mess'. Good thing
you're so handsome. Daddy wanted to cut it with a #3 guard, so it
coulda been way worse, kiddo.
So, you're really sick, and we had to get some tests run, but you were
a champ! Mommy and Daddy are way less courageous. Look at you, just
1.5 hours after a nasal flu test and blood work. So tough, even after
a fitful, feverish sleep.
I wonder why you're trying to reach Zen here. Are you focusing on
eliminating all the sounds of the kiddos around you? Where is this
higher place for you? Either way, you are so peaceful here it makes
me smile.
This bear is your first toy, which your Grannie made. It sat in your
crib for nearly a year waiting for you arrive. Now you like to wrestle
it! I take your picture with it every month to track your size, and
BOY have you grown!