Saturday mornings are special because daddy makes pancakes. He lets me stir the big blue bowl. There's something about daddy's pancakes that make them different from pancakes I've had anywhere else. Well, not everywhere. I remember having the same kind of pancakes when we visited my great-great-great-great-great-great-wonderful-super-smart-funny-loving-amazing-grandfather. Hmmm, I wonder if daddy learned how to make his pancakes by watching my great-great-great-great-great-great-wonderful-super-smart-funny-loving-amazing-grandfather?
Oh! And let me not forget. Mommy had some good news for me and I want to share it with all of you. I'm going to be a big brother! Can you believe it? I'm finally going to have someone smaller than me around here. Mommy already tells me to kiss the baby and I kiss her belly. It's soon going to be +1 here in LANDEN'S WORLD!
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My darling Landen - hmmmmmmmmm. So you aren't allowed the pleasure of your pacifier. I don't know about your mom's background with childhood oral gratification, but next time they are scooting you around the subject, ask your dad how long he found such amazing satisfaction with his two fingers. Tell you parents to give you some slack on the "sucking" issue. Love, Nana B.
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