I love you very much. And I know that for most of your life you will be glad that you came to our family and happy to have four older brothers and sisters.
There will be moments though; moments when you think you've made a mistake coming here, and you wish you weren't the smallest one. I feel there are a few things I need to apologize for.
I'm sorry that when I lay you on the floor every single toy in the vicinity gets rolled straight at your head.
I'm sorry that when you try to crawl away your two year old sister plops down on your back and says, "Giddyup, horsie!"
I'm sorry that when I finally decide that it isn't safe on the floor and have your brother hold you while I make lunch, he pretends you are a guitar and acts like he is on stage at a rock concert.
I'm sorry that Daddy just laughs when you loose your balance and face plant into the couch.
I'm sorry that I'm not sorry about laughing at you when you trip. (It's funny! You're just crawling along and catch your hand on nothing and nose-dive four inches into the carpet.)
I'm sorry that your sister thinks that jumping in your crib is more fun than taking a nap.
I'm sorry that sometimes the only way to get something done is to imprison you in a laundry basket.
There are perks though. Like having a hilarious big brother,
Like Mom not having time to follow the "baby feeding rules" of starting with rice cereal and only introducing one new food at a time. So your first food was a chocolate chip cookie. You seemed to enjoy that.
We are so delighted to have you. Your smile lights up the whole house.
Thank you for choosing to join our crazyness.
Love, Mom
p.s. I'm also sorry about the "tape incident."
2 comments:
I love this.
So cute. Can't wait to meet her in a few months.
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