The other day, for whatever reason, your sleeping pattern was shot to shit. You were asleep (and had been since 4pm) and, because we didn't want you waking up at some ungodly hour asking for food, we woke you up and fed you. We also bathed you by candlelight. This meant, when mummy took pictures of you , using the flash, you looked ever so slightly different. I just realised that everything I just typed here is so impossibly boring. And, let's be honest, if it's boring for me, it's bound to be boring for anyone else who happens to be reading.
I'm sorry about that.
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