You Are My Sunshine

Dear Henry,

A few weekends ago while you were laying out on Grandma P and Crappaw's deck Crappaw picked you some sunflowers from his garden. You LOVED the sunflowers. You smelled them, waved them in the air, picked them a part, rolled in them, and you even tried to eat them.



The flowers made for some fun photo opportunities, as did the popsicle Crappaw gave you out of sympathy for your sore teething mouth. It drove you nuts that it wasn't open for you get the sweet sugary mess inside.

Mommy gave you some tastes later. You ended the afternoon taking your first nap on Crappaw's mountain chest.

Love,
Mommy