Dear silly, stalling baby D,
You should be napping right now. Instead, you are shoving your fat little fingers into any hole you can find in my face. My mouth. My eye. My ear. My nose. You will do anything to keep from falling asleep at the moment. As you poke and pull, Mommy is realizing something. You need your nails cut. Badly. But in the short matter of time it took to write this, I have once again come out victorious. You are asleep. Even if it meant obtaining scratch marks all over my face.
Love,
Mommy
