A Letter To My Baby

Dear Harley,

When mama puts sunscreen on you, please don't touch me. Ever. I know you're little and this is the first year you've been able to go to the pool so I'll forgive you this once. But from now, on, don't touch mama with your sunscreened hands. K, baby?

Love, Mama

Yep, It's Official

"Mama! Mama!"

Harley comes in the door with his hand outstretched.

"Ball!!!"

I'm sitting on the couch and I don't see anything in his hand, so I ask him to come show me.

He comes to me, still holding his hand out. And as he gets closer to me I see the "ball".

Sure enough, potato bug.

Proof positive that I have a two year-old BOY!!!!!