Dear Biscuit & Sparkly Watermelon,
I've been in a writing funk lately. You are 9 months old now.










I love your wrinkled up little nose-smile. I love when you wave hello and bye bye to everyone. I love when you blow kisses to family, friends and even strangers. I love the soft little sound you make when you swallow your milk. I love the humming song you sing as you quiet yourself to sleep. I love that you're sleeping through the night (mostly). I love how you wiggle your right arm and rub your left ear when you're tired. I love how you only want to feed yourself. I love that you are starting to pay attention when we read together. I love your skin, thighs and the softness of your feet and hands. I love your assertiveness and personality. I love when you rub my arm and explore my face. I love "baby down," "couch Olympics," and "foot fight!" I love how much you love your sister. I love your loud screeches, growls and Mariah Carey-high notes.

I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!



















All my love,
Mama