Brent is convinced you are one chubby, bundle of trouble.
At 11 pm and 5 am when you are wailing and seem to be inconsolable, if I happen to unswaddle you, stand up and bounce you around you flash me a gorgeous smile and then start wailing again. I wonder if I really just saw that. I did.
And I have to concede.
Berkeley you are one chubby, bundle of trouble!
It's 10:59 and you just finally fell asleep in your swing. Do I dare to try and make the transfer upstairs. It rarely works. If I fail, I am in for another hour of crying. Decisions, decisions ;)
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