eight hundred and eighty-eight // we don't let her have dessert unless she finishes most of her dinner... i think she thinks we don't notice some nights that daddy eats more than his fair share.
ninety-six // i love it when he's so relaxed he can't help falling asleep. i love the way his little legs flap bonelessly against my belly as i carry him to bed to tuck him in.
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