Dear Fred Letters – part the second

I found a few more letters so I thought I would post some more for prosperity!

Alright kid, here’s the deal.

Stop throwing up on your Aunty. Please. I know MS feeds you lots because you scream for it. I know you’re in the shit/sleep/eat stage of your life at the moment, but please remember to digest what you’re eating because whilst it’s not the most offensive thing in the world to be covered in white, pukey-smelling stains, it’s happening now with such regularity that it makes me wonder if you’re keeping anything down at all. At the same time, I know you are because you’re pooing beautifully (as beautiful as poo can be, which is not very) and growing in leaps and bounds. You’re the size of most babies that are twice your age.

Anyway, to get back at you for the vomitous donations you insist on sending my way, I will be posting up pictures of you at bathtime that were taken yesterday morning sometime tomorrow.

And I’ll post the ones where MS didn’t thoughtfully drape a wash cloth over your dangly bits if you dare throw up on me again.

Then again, I might save that shot for your 21st birthday. Heh.

XXX,
Aunty.