Quit Squishing me!

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Mom, this is Rey. I know I kept you up all night the night before this picture was taken, but really, did I deserve the squishing. I mean, just look! Look at my head. I. Am. Squashed.

I know I was a pain, but hey, remember how Daddy left his so called safety razor in the side pocket of his suitcase? I thought it looked like a fun toy, but it turned out to be pretty sharp. Maybe that's why I was up all night, did you ever consider?

And I know you made pancakes, and I would have loved them if I was eating solid food allot yet, but I wasn't, you know? Milk, milk and more milk. You know, I still love milk. In fact I remember now that the milk kept coming even after I would bite the nice nipple. Pretty nice of you actually to let me keep nursing at all after that first bite. If I could just remember a little better...all the times you held me and sung to me softly before I went to sleep at night, and then did it again 20 minutes later after I woke up because Daddy couldn't keep his hands off the ice trays in the freezer. Amazing how loud those things can be. Or all the times you sung me to sleep with soft lullabies after Daddy bellowed them at me in my bedroom/office/dining room I used to live in. Daddy, lullabies are supposed to be sung softly, ok? All the times I woke in the night and you came to comfort me and nursed me back to sleep. Hmm, someday I will appreciate all that...probably as soon as I have a kid of my own, but hey, that's a long way off.

In the meantime, I guess it's ok if you want to squish me a little. I don't mind.

Posted by tom at January 5, 2005 04:16 PM