It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you. Without a
blog post to laugh through.
It was a pretty entertaining month of January. More smiles,
exploding poop diapers, visitors. You gained a couple of pounds and sleep
longer at night, but I’m concerned about your hair. I can tell its growing, the
texture is a fine grade of hair, but it’s not growing evenly. I know, I know, you’re only 2 months old and there’s more than
enough time to grow a ‘fro, but I was hoping you would take after me and not
George Jefferson ( I’ll explain who he is when you’re older). You’re too young
to have woman problems, the IRS is not knocking at your door, and you don’t have
to meet any deadlines at work, so what’s the problem? I’m sure the stress of
sleeping 16 hours per day, constantly
being cuddled & loved, eating every 3 hours & being spoiled beyond belief can be
overwhelming for someone of your diminutive stature. Granted, my hairline
appears to be running away from my face, and of all the inherited traits and
mannerisms I hoped this would skip a generation seeing as how your Grandpa is
bald & I’m headed that way too. One of the Hickey men has to let their “Soul
Glo” (I’ll explain this one too) and you’re our last hope. Maybe if we add
some Chia Pet mix to your formula…..nah, never mind.
Until Next time.....
Cool, I love it.
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