Tuesday, July 13, 2010

A letter to my son

Dear Baby Boy,

I know that your little month was mean and waited 11 whole months to start pushing teeth through. I know cutting 4 and 5 teeth at time is terrible pain. Trust me your Momma aches for you and would stop the pain if I could. Instead, I promise to keep the Motrin and cold foods to gnaw on flowing. In return could you do me a favor?
PLEASE. STOP. GAGING. YOURSELF.

I am sick you smelling like vomit, cleaning it up off you and the floor. I am sick of feeling like a mom fail when you do it in public. Besides, its gross especially when you try to play in said vomit. Future girlfriends will laugh and you will be very embarrassed when these stories are told, trust me.

All my love,
Your Momma

2 comments:

LA @The Reel Family said...

testing

Megan said...

Uh oh, no fun. We used frozen wash cloths for H to chew on.