Dear Thomas,
Today you are 39 days old. And this is the face I've seen most often in the last two days. However, your Grandpa aka the Thomas Whisperer (which he should be, seeing that he's your namesake), is not here to calm you from your fussiness like he did on Valentine's Day.
Thank you for reminding me of the joy of baby laundry. You must have seen that I had accomplished washing two full baskets of your clothes, and needed to balance it out.
I think it's a little overboard, though, to be in your fourth clean outfit by noon. You don't need to mess them all up in one day. Take your sweet time.
Slow it down.
I'll still be here to wash your clothes tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that.
I promise.
Love,
Mom
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