Ansel woke up last night crying and came into our room. There is nothing like waking up to hear your child crying so hard he can barely catch a breath. Poor darling. I think he had a bad dream. He couldn't tell us why he was crying.
Ansel is going through a very affectionate stage. Anytime he gets within foot of me he hugs me and says, "I love you, mommy!"
Amalia coos at us when she is happy. She sounds like a bird singing us a song. It is very sweet. She has a ton of fat rolls. I have to pull the skin back to clean in between them.
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