Dear Miss Kendra: When I place you in the middle of the blanket for tummy time and go into the kitchen to grab some water and finish loading the dishwasher, I do not expect to return to this...
Yeah, my 3 month old movin' machine, I'm talkin' to you. You are supposed to be my baby. Stay little. Stop rolling over both ways and rocking and rolling and scooting several feet off the blanket. Please stay little longer. Thank you. Love, Mom
P.S. I'm scared for what's to come strong little girl...
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