Can we talk for a second?
About baby rolls.
And chubby thighs, cheeks, tummies, and arms. And how I want to kiss, squish, and eat them all.
This little girl is growing up so fast. Every day she is learning something new, mastering a different skill, and showing off her abilities. I squeal with delight as she begins to stand on her own two delicious feet. But do you know what that means? Each day that she grows, she loses another one of these perfect baby rolls. And it makes me cry, like seriously ugly cry.
When I begin to look out for the next milestone, I remind myself of these squishable baby rolls. One day she will no longer have these rolls and it might be strange for me to suck on her cheeks when she’s 10 years old.
Ode To A Baby Roll
Oh baby roll, baby roll
You are so sweet
You’re on tummies and legsies
And kissable feet
I can’t wait to squish you
My heart skips a beat
You peek out of diapers
There’s never just one
My love’s never-ending
Since your life had begun
I’ll remember you fondly
My sweet honey bun
And now I’m off to kiss a baby roll.