dear baby,

over the past 7½ minutes (or so) you’ve…

1. sprouted four new pearlies…
2. learned to clap those two gloriously chubba-fingered fists…
3. mastered getting up onto and down off of that cutie caboose…
4. started synchronizing…one hand…one knee…one hand…crawling…
5. hoisted yourself up onto those delicious “little” drumsticks…
6. and decided which ivy league you want to attend come fall…

i don’t think you’re obeying me…

very sincerely,
me (your spinnin’-headed mama)