I promise, one day you will catch your tongue. If you are not sleeping or eating you have your index finger and thumb in your mouth trying to pinch your tongue. You have stopped crying from your crib when you wake up in the morning. (Thank you, your screaming was a rough way to wake up.) Now, you chatter and scoot around your crib. When Mom or Dad come in to get you, you smile and kick your legs as soon as you see us. Mom and Dad have discovered that your brown blanket holds a magic sleeping power. The instant you have it on you, you fall asleep.
Dear Luke,
Mom sucked her index and middle finger. Dad sucked his thumb. You are trying to break the record for most fingers in a mouth at one time. So far you can fit three at a time. You and Dad have been having "sound offs". Dad makes a funny noise and you try to imitate it. It gets pretty loud! Your green blanket also has the same magic sleeping power that Cal's has. But, bad news Luke. I'm going to have to break you of your swaddle. I know, I know, you love it. Seriously Luke, you are getting too big. You are filling out (and breaking out of) the largest size they make. Mama's tired of re-wrapping you at 4am. I'm afraid not having you in your baby straight jacket will mean no one gets any sleep. Maybe we will try not wrapping you for naps first. (Oh wait, that would mean you have to nap for more than 20 minutes.)
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