Oh Baby

Evie, dude. Listen. I love that you love me. I love that there are times that you are so excited to see me that you can't contain yourself. Never is this more apparent than when you try to eat me.

It's a little scary to see my 6 month old gunning for my face, mouth wide open, tiny fists clenching the hair on either side of my head to pull me in. And even though I know that she does it because it's the only way her teeny little brain can think to express her love, to have my chin and cheeks sucked on and bit is a little weird.

Add the creepy giggle between lunges, and it's a lot weird.

This baby is a Fa-Reek!