Dear Finley,
As a birthday present to your mama, could you PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE sleep a little tonight. Even a 3 hour stretch would be heaven. Your father and I can't take your every hour wakeup anymore. We're about to go certifiably nuts. You need to cry it out but I am loathe to do that before our trip to Michigan, since I know it will mess you up and we'll just end up having to do it again. I don't know how we're going to make it through the next two weeks on such little sleep. We love you but you're making us insane. OMG you just started crying as I'm typing this. Please babycakes aaaaaaaaaaargh.
Love Mama
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