An Open Letter

Dear Six Months,

Could you be any more delightful? I think not. Six Months, I must confess that due to your unbridled adorableness, I have been rendered a large puddle of gooey love that wants nothing more than to snuggle you all day long. If I could hire a body double to take care of Two Years Old, I would happily munch on your cheeks, nibble your soft, soft ears and devour your tender thighs all day long. Also, perhaps I might just swallow you whole. Please stay this way forever.

Love,

Mama

Hello Friend!

Look at Me! I am delicious! Also, my Tia Carrie is very brave to bathe two babies a the same time. Looky! I have a bubble beard!

Dear Two Years Old,

While I continue to quietly adore you and still hold the belief that perhaps you may have hung the moon, I must ask you this: Why are you trying to eat my soul?

Just Asking,

Mama