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This little man is blowing my mind/melting my heart too, too much lately. 

Which, really, only leaves, like, a spleen and liver and stuff...

Let's just say I'm not 100% most of the time. 

So you'll please forgive me if I, like, forget your name or trip over aboslutely nothing.

I am a walking Medical Miracle, after all. 

That face! That pudge! I'm a goner.

This guy is rolling, scooting on his belly, smiling and laughing, sleeping through the night, and winning Biggest and Best Owl Eyes awards the whole world over.

And just last night he discovered his toes. 

SWOON.

Honestly, I couldn't possibly love him more. 

Because he's changing so quickly, I find myself anxious to spend all of his waking hours staring at him.

Usually while doing this, I secretly wish that Avery's nightly prayer ("And please bless that Finn will stop growing and stay little and cute forever.") would come true.

I'll eat you up.

...Just kidding. 

That would be tragic. 

Because, however fun it is to have this teensy roly-poly-pudgy-wudgy guy in my life, I can't wait to see how he will change and grow tomorrow. 

And the next day.  

You know, as long as looking at his adorable cheeks doesn't, like, collapse my lungs next.

first aid in the first grade

Call a medic. 

My heart is broken. 

The summer has flown by and my baby is in the first grade. 

And isn't she the cutest ever? She picked out every single thing from her leopard leggings to her fox earrings. And she made me straighten her hair even though it's rainy and humid which equals frizzzzz. She is the most beautiful thing around. Darn it- I'm pretty sure this caption stopped being a caption a long time ago. It is now officially a short story. Not even a good one. But let me skip to the end... Blah blah blah and then you find out that The Lottery is a drawing to decide who will be stoned to death in the village square.*

 Which means she is gone.

All. Day. Long. 

And I miss her already. 

*If you didn't get the joke in my caption, then congratulations! You are not a huge nerd. 

...Also, I apologize, but I may have just ruined the ending of one of America's greatest short stories for you - The Lottery by Shirley Jackson.