Monday 16 January 2012

fourteen

Little man,
You are finally getting better. Today you patiently lay on the bed while I sorted through my wardrobe. With my back turned I heard a squeeky little "oooooohhh petty (pretty)" coming from behind me, I turned to see you sitting up looking very exited wearing a whole heap of necklaces. I love that you impersonate me, although your Dad isnt too impressed. I think its beautiful. Love you baby.
Love Mama
x x

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