I love you, my sweet. Thanks for rubbing my achy pregnant feet every night. Thanks for picking up so much slack on the home front. Thanks for cracking me up with your random voice mails to obscure people from the _______ Universe.
You my dear, are a wonderful big sister. Thank you for setting such a good example for McClaine and Audrey, and helping me to be a better mommy. You still crack me up with the little funny things you say. When we were driving on an overpass, you said, "mom, we are so high up, like college." Now that's good.
I was convinced you were a ninja. Now I think you might be a pirate with your ability to make a sword out of any inanimate object, even yarn. I love when you run around like a maniac saying, "catch you!" You are also precious with your little sister. Is there such a thing as a gentle pirate?
You sure a growing up fast. I love when you say "mama." Melts my heart. You are so brave, taking a step here and there. Please know that the singular, hour long nap is really messing with my housework, nap time and blogging. Can we get back on schedule? It has almost been a week since we messed with the clocks.
Or should I say, "quatra"... I think that is just bad Spanglish. I am sorry that your diet consists of leftovers from your brother and sisters' lunches. Peanut butter sandwich crusts, half gnawed bananas and corn dogs. I will do my best to get you some good greens this weekend, and maybe some salmon.
I know you are supposed to be man's best friend and all, but really you are not acting like it. Just so you know, I have very important house guests coming in tonight, so if you could refrain from digging up the potted plants in the courtyard and stomping through the soil and then jumping on my freshly cleaned glass doors, that would be so friendly of you.