You’re lucky you’re so darn cute

It’s 3am and you’ve been crying for the last half hour for no perceivable reason. I want to give up but when I look down upon you’re face – even though it’s gripped with anguish – I can’t help but think…you’re lucky you’re so darn cute.

Later that day, I make three consecutive diaper changes because you immediately soil each new diaper. When you christen the experience by shooting a perfect golden arc onto my shirt, I can’t help but think…you’re lucky you’re so darn cute.

Finally, when you smack and pop while you eat, as if you were chewing a wad of gum, I can't help but think...Holy Smokes, kid! Can you give Mom a break?!