Dear Marc and Ian,
I know how tough it must be to be two months old.
After all, I was a baby once too, and I lived through it with your big sister, Abby.
All you do is sleep, eat, cry, and poop, over and over again. Without even saying what you want, people pamper you and attend to your every need.
Yes, I know. It’s very hard work, and that’s why you’re always sleeping.
But I have to tell you, boys: sleeping all the time means you’re missing out on some really cool stuff. Continue reading
Martin's Musings 