It was my birthday last week. I'm 9 months old now. You know how I celebrated it? No, not with the blissful taste of my very first cookie. With peas. And ground turkey and carrots. Which I can hardly taste, thanks to my horrible cold. I can't even breathe when I eat. And Mommy keeps attacking my face with Kleenex. I hate that. (I let her know, but she still keeps doing it.)
On Sunday I threw up all over the pew during Sacrament meeting. No one even gave me a hug, they just frantically scrubbed the pew.
I have four new weird things in my mouth. They all decided to show up at the same time. I don't know what they are, but they hurt a lot. And they make me drool excessively.
Mommy took me on a walk a couple days ago. I think she was trying to make me feel better. Instead, she sunburned my head.
To top it all off, a mean lady gave me a shot yesterday. And then JEFFREY got a lollipop. Not me. Not even a little lick for me.
I can't even find solace in sleep. My brother keeps throwing toys on top of me every time I try.
If any of you out there love me, give me a BIG hug and kiss the next time you see me.
And tell me that there's more to life than this.
3 comments:
Oh that makes my heart break. And that picture is just so sad. I want to give him a HUGE hug!! If only. Steph, you do it for me. What a cutie.
Someday you'll get a sucker! I promise.
Hey man, don't complain! At least you didn't have a calculus exam!! Now that's when life gets really tough!
9 months, huh. You've passed more of your life in the free air than in momma's tummy. Congratulations!! =~D
I want to hug you, Brandon!!!! Come to Aunt Becky. We will thoroughly distract you with all the mayhem at my house.
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