~Noelle~
I patted Ollie's back, and lowered my body into the warm water. The letter ran through my mind, and I tried to figure out a response in my head while washing Ollie.
He's not a quiet baby. I can just tell he's going to have an outrageous personality. At least I have Milo, because lynx and her brother will give me a run for everything I hold dear. Ollie splashes water around with his tiny hands. He has a clean rubber ducky in his mouth. Atticus says it helps because he doesn't know how Ollie will age.
And chewing on that can help us know when he'll start teething.
I think it's just giving Ollie the opportunity to say more nonsense because no one talks more than he does when that duck is between his gums.
He's cute, but damn, I need to sleep soon. But I can't. I can't shut my eyes when Ollie is talking. Or he'll cry and I'll feel bad.
I swear, I'm marking this down for my revenge plot against this beautiful child.
