YOU’RE SICK AGAIN. I HATE IT. I CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. IT’S THAT STUPID HAND, FOOT, AND MOUTH AGAIN. YOU’VE GOT THE RASH AND THIS TIME YOU HAVE BLISTERS ALL IN YOUR MOUTH AND ON YOUR LIPS. IT’S HORRIBLE. I WISH I COULD TAKE IT AWAY. I’D RATHER BE SICK THAN YOU. I CAN DEAL WITH BEING SICK. YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TO. I LOVE YOU BABY.
WE TOOK YOU TO THE CHILDREN’S MUSEUM LAST WEEKEND AND YOU HAD A BIG TIME. YOU DANCED AND PLAYED AND DANCED AND PLAYED. YOU LOVED THE CARS (JUST LIKE YOUR DADDY), AND YOU LOVED THE MUCH (JUST LIKE BOTH YOUR DADDY AND MYSELF). I TOOK A VIDEO OF IT AND MADE SURE TO POST IT SO THE WORLD COULD SEE HOW GREAT YOU ARE.
YOU’VE REALLY STARTED TO ENJOY DANCING A LOT. I’M WONDERING IF WE SHOULD LOOK INTO LESSONS FOR YOU. I KNOW I WISH I’D HAD THEM, AND SINCE YOU DANCE EVERY TIME YOU HEAR A BEAT, I THINK YOU’D LIKE IT. YOU’VE ALSO STARTED TRYING TO SING, WHICH IS AWESOME. YOU BELT OUT THESE LITTLE “OH OH’S” AND “AAAHHH’S.” IT’S FABULOUS.
YOU’VE STARTED SAYING, “MOMMYMOMMYMOMMYMOMMY” WHEN YOU WANT SOMETHING. YOU SAY “MOMMY” OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND POINT IN THE DIRECTION OF WHAT YOU WANT AND I HAVE TO CARRY YOU AROUND UNTIL WE FIND WHAT IT IS YOU’RE POINTING AT. IT’S PRECIOUS.
I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANGEL. I WANT NOTHING MORE THAN FOR YOU TO BE HAPPY AND HEALTHY AND I’LL DO ANYTHING I CAN TO MAKE THAT HAPPEN.

♥ MOMMA