I am beginning to understand why sleep deprivation is considered a method of torture. You, my little man, seem to love the night, and roll around in my tummy doing somersaults and practicing karate or something. You also have quite a way of letting me know if I roll over onto my belly while I’m sleeping. Your crib is set up, and waiting on you. But please stay put for a few more months. I love you little boy.
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