when did you turn into such a psycho?
all of a sudden, you won't sit still when i'm trying to change your diaper. you try to roll over like there's something better than getting 5 pounds of poop wiped off your bum.
you will not let me cut your nails. that's normally a very easy and fast process for us. sit still, missy!
you won't let me feed you. you insist on rolling over instead, getting food all over your clothes and blanket and anything else that's in the line of fire. my gosh. i don't want to have to tie you down and distract you with baby einstein every time we eat, okay? bad habits, sister.
what's with you playing with the computer cords?
you're hair has always been completely awesome in every way. when did it get so crazy?
either way, i still love you. like, a lot. like, more than anything. or anyone for that matter.
mama (or na-na as you like to say)