Tag, you're it!

This morning baby and I started playing a new game. If I stick my finger in my gut, within a few seconds he'll kick it and move around and hide. Then I stick my finger back in my gut and he'll kick it and twirl around and hide. Or maybe it's more like hide-n-go-seek.

I found you!

Sigh.

I love my baby.

I hope he's chubby and fat and full of rolls.

After he's delivered.

I hope he has the deepest dimples when he smiles.

And drools all over.

I hope he doesn't mind the onslaught of watermelon, or pickles and ice cream. Oh, and cheese. If only they had cheese curds here...

I hope he likes football...otherwise daddy won't know what to do.

I hope he has a big 'ole squishy and dimply bubble butt.

I hope he stays healthy and strong.

Mostly, I hope he knows how much his mommy and daddy love him already.

(mommy loves you enough not to let daddy call you magnus)