Believe me when I tell you, that I couldn't dream up a sweeter, cuter baby then my own little baby boy Drew, if I tried. This is no knock on Evan as a baby. He was cute and sweet too, but a tad more high maintenance shall we say. Drew is chill. Chill. Me with a chill baby. Never thought I would hear those words in the same sentence unless the sentence was, Abby COULDN'T have a chill baby if she tried. Awe, people, you don't know many times I have sang and jumped and made silly faces through the shower door to entertain my Evan while I frantically scrubbed myself from head to toe in under 3 minutes flat only to have him cry and whine for more attention. The fact that I can plop Drew down just about any where with a toy or two and he will be satisfied for as long as I need him to be, is freaking awesome. Freaking awesome people. I have a chill baby. There I said it. Be jealous if you want. I am going to go enjoy my sweet chill baby some more.
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