Brice now sleeps with a stuffed animal, his little Blue Bunny. It kills me. I love that he sleeps with him. Lately we've been having major battles with our increasingly strong-willed child. He drains the energy from my bones and by the end of the day, i'm done. Put a fork in me. But the fact that my little tantrum-throwing, face-pinching, arm-biting, leg-kicking, foot-stomping, screaming baby goes to bed with his little Blue Bunny gives me hope that his heart isn't entirely black. Perhaps there's hope for him yet.
1 comment:
too cute!
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