Dear Gatlin Reid,
Some days you make me want to pull my hair out... You refuse to let me do anything but hold you. You cry if I sit you down. You cry if I feed you, then once you realize you actually like what I am feeding you, you cry when I stop feeding you. Then nap time rolls around you get angry if I am trying to get you comfortable sleeping in your pack-n-play for our weekend trip....
Then I walk in and see your sweet little self peacefully sleeping in said pack-n-play and I smile. It's ok if I end up bald, because truly you are the cutest baby in the world!