Dear, sweet boy. On May 4, 2015, you turned nine months old. I wish I could say I remember every day of the last month, but the truth is, I'm looking back from way in the future. It turns out that raising two little boys takes a lot of energy, and that finding time to blog about your every moment is tricky, and has tended to take the backseat. But you'll just have to trust me that it doesn't meant that I don't care, because I sure do, my lovey little guy. It's just that hugs, laundry and sleep come before this little blog. Lots and lots of hugs, because you sure love them. And at nine months, you also love watching your big brother play and do big brother things, and you love to eat your toes. But really, who doesn't? You are a sweetie pie and I could just eat you up, I love you so. 5/4/2015.
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