My number one craving when I was pregnant with Rodger was peaches. Something inside of me knew that if I just ate all the peaches in the world, every day, I'd feel better.
"Don't mind me, just chillin' with my peaches."
Even during the big Costco listeria peaches scare, I still ate peaches.
"Seriously, Mom? Listeria? I could have died."
I ate peaches so much that David and I considered naming the child "Peaches."
When Rodger came out, his hair was the color of peaches.
He is soft and fuzzy just like a peach.
He is sweet and tart, just like a peach.
Happy 6 Months, Little Peach Pie! We love you!