July 7, 2010


Dear Brooklyn,

Last night you could not sleep.

You cried and whined and tossed and turned and were miserable.

Are you teething?

I kinda hope so because I would hate for you to be sick.

Today you are barely eating and wouldn't finish a bottle and all you want to do is cuddle with me (I'm not complaining about that one).

I hope this passes quickly so you can be back to your happy, sweet little self and we can play all day. But in the mean time I am all yours to cuddle with.

I love you.

Sincerely, mom