I love my hands. No matter how tight mom and dad swaddle me I manage to get my arms out. When I sleep I need to have my hands next to my face. As you might be able see I often scratch my self on the face as a result. When mom cuts my nails she often cuts me too. I try to be strong, but I cry because it hurts.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
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