Dear Reese,
Your teachers say, you are the quite the climber You climb up into the baby swings in Sun Room 1 Surronded by little ones crying during tummy time While trying to get to your feet I think, soon, you'll have more fun in Sun Room 2 On the way home you hold those feet Flung up in your carseat Bored out of your mind while you throw each toy in the side I hand you an empty plastic waterbottle And see you smile on the camera Then soon that is on the floor too So we listen to Defying Gravity in the final minutes to home
Love,
Mama