When my youngest son was born he was three weeks too early. I say too early because he needed more time to bake. I know all mothers think their children are beautiful and gorgeous and little visual candy angels. And my youngest son was all that; but it took him a month or so to grow into his face.
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| It's the overbite I think. Breastfeeding him was a bitch. |
Bless his little heart. My husband jokingly accused me of having an affair with another man...an older man...a man with money and a pointy nose and bald.
He accused me of having a love child of Montgomery Burns from The Simpsons.
That is why I call my baby boy, my ten year old... Baby Burns.
I love you son. No, seriously I really do, I promise. You look like me now so how can I not love you?
So Says...
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