Dear Cheeks McGoo,
You are nine months old today. You celebrated by staying up way past your bedtime and practiced your latest baby milestone--sticking out your tongue. You shrieked with joy every time I mimicked you. We must have looked like a couple of fools.
Cheeks, you are such a funny, sensitive baby, and the ultimate Mama's girl. You ride the metro and make friends with complete strangers, yet you cry when I leave you at daycare. Every. Single. Time. You can crawl, but only backwards. You go wild for paper, any kind. You wake me up at 3:30 every morning, but I don't mind--much.
I love you Peanut.
You have utterly stolen my heart,
Mama
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