Sweet Reagan. You are my sanity - my constant. When your brother and sister are being crazy, you are so calm and happy. Sometimes, I think you must have fallen asleep, when really, you are just happy and content sitting wherever I might have left you in order to tend to the other needs of life. It makes me feel so guilty. You have the most tender heart. You live to eat and have finally convinced me I CAN produce a chubby baby who likes food (oh, what peace...). You don't sleep through the night, but only because you NEED food. It's okay though, b/c I LOVE our night feedings. It's our time. Sometimes, I sneak you into bed with me (don't tell your sister) just because you are soft, cuddly and delicious.
You have the stinkiest gas I've ever smelt come from a small child. Your favorite person has to be your Grandma Roche. She gets you to squeal and talk like NO ONE else can. It's hilarious. You are quite lazy. Tummy time results in a good nap. Your eyes squint up in your chubby face. Everyone says you look like your brother, but I don't see it much. I've also been told you look like Papa. I think that's just because you're fat and almost bald. :) I think you look like a cute little bear cub with the most kissable heart shaped lips. You love the water, but still hate to be naked. You drool buckets upon buckets. I'm counting on a tooth soon. Your cry is the most heart wrenching sound ever. I feel an overwhelming desire to protect you - like your innocence is even more than Trey's or Oak's. You melt our hearts.
Sweet Reagan. You are my sanity - my constant. When your brother and sister are being crazy, you are so calm and happy. Sometimes, I think you must have fallen asleep, when really, you are just happy and content sitting wherever I might have left you in order to tend to the other needs of life. It makes me feel so guilty. You have the most tender heart. You live to eat and have finally convinced me I CAN produce a chubby baby who likes food (oh, what peace...). You don't sleep through the night, but only because you NEED food. It's okay though, b/c I LOVE our night feedings. It's our time. Sometimes, I sneak you into bed with me (don't tell your sister) just because you are soft, cuddly and delicious.
You have the stinkiest gas I've ever smelt come from a small child. Your favorite person has to be your Grandma Roche. She gets you to squeal and talk like NO ONE else can. It's hilarious. You are quite lazy. Tummy time results in a good nap. Your eyes squint up in your chubby face. Everyone says you look like your brother, but I don't see it much. I've also been told you look like Papa. I think that's just because you're fat and almost bald. :) I think you look like a cute little bear cub with the most kissable heart shaped lips. You love the water, but still hate to be naked. You drool buckets upon buckets. I'm counting on a tooth soon. Your cry is the most heart wrenching sound ever. I feel an overwhelming desire to protect you - like your innocence is even more than Trey's or Oak's. You melt our hearts.
2 educated comments:
oh stop! Do you SERIOUSLY not think she looks JUST LIKE YOU?? seriously? Her eyes are exact replica's of yours.. I promise! She does look a little like Trey.. but she's so much more feminine looking than he is.. which is the way it should be ;)
you had heart shaped lips. And I'm sending you a baby picture. Compare.
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