They're juicy...
And round...
And plump...
And fun to kiss...
And squeeze...
And pinch...
Just like me!
Happy 9 weeks to me, your little grape.
PS: Mommy, sorry I am giving you gas and making you feel bloaty. Someday I'll reward you with a little smile and kiss and you'll forget all about it!
BB
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You know what is made from grapes? Wine? You know when a cool glass of Sauvignon Blanc is especially nice? Over some candle light and a tasty meal in my basement with my husband. There's nothing quite like the pleasant flush of buzz from a glass of vino. BUT I haven't been drinking any of that lately because I don't want to deprive your oxygen supply.
That's right, no vino for mommy. No I don't want credit, just putting it out there. No medal needed, not even a plaque.
Because I know the reward of holding you in my arms is going to put any silly little wine buzz to shame, a million times over.
I am going to savor the quiet time this summer, bb, but I am really looking forward to Thanksgiving, for my own little Turkey!
love,
Mommy
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