Dear Dominic

Dear Dominic,

Mama knows what she's talkin' bout. You're tired. I can see that. I can also hear your whining and Mama doesn't speak fluent whine. Take my advice. Seriously. It's not rocket science. If we could have a rational conversation, we would. When I put you in your crib, swaddle you into a baby burrito and pop the soother in your mouth, that's not your cue to spit the soother out, squirm your arms out of the swaddle and give me the flirty baby eyes. As cute as I think you are, you're cuter when you're happy. Sleep.

Your loving Mommy,
Mommy