I'm ten days away from having surgery. I wish it was tomorrow. P, I feel so yucky. I can hardly eat. I know that the days following my surgery are going to be a bit confusing and difficult for you. Daddy is going to have to do most of your bedtime. He'll have to pick you up and hand you to me. But don't worry, it will only be temporary.
You are getting so good at walking! You can even pick up speed and chase me and your Daddy. It's adorable!
We MUST work on the sippy! I can't have you drinking out of a bottle until you're 30! It makes me feel like a bad mommy. I really want you to transition well.
I'm so sorry I'm too tired to write more. I'll be feeling better soon.
I love you Parker!