your Daddy is becoming very, very impatient waiting for your arrival. This has been building up for a little while but it's gone into a full steam ahead sort of deal ever since Saturday night.
Saturday night was a family dinner and your cousin Dylan is not content unless he is standing on your lap where he can see everyone and is able to dance and bounce about as he so pleases. Your Father thought this was the funniest thing ever and ever since then those little smacks you have been getting on or around your bottom which I might add is smack dab in the middle of my tummy but titled to the left a little, is coming straight from him and not your Mother! I mention this because those nice little jabs to my ribs you have been throwing my way are not appreciated and it is not fair that I must be forced to endure them when he is the culprit behind your hostility and are directed at him. You got me so good Sunday night I about jumped out of my chair and if I didn't know better it was strong enough you could have kicked your way through to the outside. Of course your Dad looked at me like I was an idiot and asked "what was that" as if I just randomly decided to bounce in the recliner for the heck of it.
He is also getting your four legged brothers to join in on getting you sprung from your current residence. I get the phone call from work saying, "Bandit says Addison needs to come out and play now" or "Lennon is ready for his little sister to be here". We all know Bandit and Lennon couldn't care less about whether you show up or not, it's really Daddy's way of knowing that your arrival is imminent and him getting overly excited for the big moment.
