Dear Son,
Thank you for being so amazing! I love to kiss your little face...but love...can we please stop spitting up gallons of breastmilk down mama's cami? I know there is a valley between my breasts which is a perfect goalpost to aim for, but it stinks to clean up down to my belly and then change my shirt!
I love you always,
Mama
P.S. Talking to the ceiling spirits is eerie! Are they good spirits??
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