Hey big boy.
You're a riot. Fun fact, you were almost named Ryatt.
So tomorrow is shots day. I'm trying not to think about it. It's probably going to be harder on me than you.
You turned eight weeks old yesterday. Get a job.
You've tried your hardest not to nap today, so hopefully you'll sleep well tonight.
I love you forever baby boy,
Mommy
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