My Meatball

Dear Caden,

Jacob is sitting in the middle of the floor, wide eyed and watching your every move. You bounce from one toy to another, skipping and laughing. Every once in awhile you will pause to plant a kiss on Jacob's fuzzy head which elicits a squeal of delight from him. You watch over him carefully, choosing from the mass of toys in your playroom to find the perfect toy in which you find acceptable to allow him to bathe in slobber. You sit down beside him to show him how to roll the truck back and forth. Jacob is elated and his face shows his adoration for you. You decide that he needs to move so you try and pick him up. Much to your dismay, you state he's too heavy and that, "You (Mommy) do it." I move him to your desired spot and you say, "Me hold him now." You wrap you arms around him and pretend to "eat" him. "You yummy, Jacob! You my meatball."

Now I am hungry.

Love,
Mommy