Texts to Will (Vol. 2)

I just made another St. Louis to Maryland drive and I am still recovering from the monumental task that is sitting next to a 7-month-old and attempting to entertain him for 14+ hours. I can't even wrap my mind around the craziness.

Things got really real.

I'm using a baby toy to make a pig face.

He loved it.

Without further explanation, once again, I'm leaving you with a finely curated sampling of what I deem important to text my husband about during the day (and night). You know, since last time. 

Poop update. Check.

Random strange pics. Check.

Additional strange random pics. Check check.

Casual update on the health and well-being of his offspring.

Just another chapter in my Puffs love affair. 

Note Baby Will's frightening gaze over his prey.

Additional random strange pics. Check check check.

I mean I miss you and all, but CAN I EAT THE LEFTOVERS?

When Will is TDY, thou shalt text

random strange photos in the middle of the night.

And give additional updates as to the current status of your sleep deprivation.

And, unrelated and without comment, a picture of my niece, Molly, with her fancy new helmet that my sister makes her wear simply because she's a hyper hypo.