So I am pretty sure that I have told you guys how much Cash loves to eat. He loves the bottle, he loves to nurse, and he has loved whatever he gets his hands on off our plates. This is definitely my kid.
Patience does not share the sentiment about food. She takes a bottle but it isn’t her favorite. She has hated and made faces at every food she has tasted. She loves to nurse but even then she looks angry about it. I have no idea where she got this picky/skinny attitude from. If she didn’t look like me I would be concerned…
Anyway, I have been nursing a hang over all day (thanks 2 glasses of cheap wine. thanks). Chad just called and told me that he is almost home. Sweet Jesus, I made myself a bloody mary to see if I can shake this headache.
Patience keeps eyeballing it and trying to get to it in her walker. This is definitely my kid.