You are little happy baby until you don't get your way.
You have your Daddy's temper turn red in the face and start screaming. I have to tell you to breath. Thankful you get your way and this doesn't happen often.
You still love to be held all the time.
You loved to be held and talked to all the time.
You are becoming a chunky little man.
You still eat 4 ounces every 4 hours.
I love you so much Hoot!! Stop growing makes
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