To my little peanut...

Peanut,
I know that we have about four months to go before you make your grand appearance and believe me, I want you in there for as long as you need to take, but after getting to hold your cousin Dylan and hearing him coo softly in the telephone to his Auntie Katie I must admit...I am ready for you to get here now.

I can't wait to hear your first cry, hold you in my arms, and then see the look on your Daddy's face when he sees yours for the first time. I can't wait to bring you home and rock you softly watching your gaze drift from place to place. I can't wait to be awaken early in the morning to your cries and to be satisfied that the minute I pick you up from your crib your tears will stop. I can't wait to bathe you and then take in the scent of your wonderful baby smell and I can't wait to dress you in all of your cute outfits. I also can't wait for the moment when your Daddy has to change your first dirty diaper, lord knows I will have difficulties, but we will see just how well he does.

I dread the day I must drop you off with Aunt Nikki and cousin Dylan so that I can go back to work, but I look forward to the moment when I can pick you up and will take great pleasure in watching you grin the moment you realize Mommy is there to take you home.

Please also know you have a brother at home who can't wait to play dress up and do sweeper patrol after your first high chair feeding. Bandit was quite excited, or as excited as a dog who doesn't understand can be, when Daddy told him he had a sister on the way. He is fed up with being the little brother surrounded by all of your big brothers. He is thrilled to finally have someone at his level.

You have lots of Aunt and Uncles, and Grandparents who can't wait to meet you. So please don't mess around when its time to arrive, Dylan thought he would be cute by taking way longer than he should have. I don't think the family will cooperate the second time around my little love bug!! Also, the quicker you get here the quicker Uncle Matt and Uncle Steve can quit worrying about whether the big dogs will mistake you for a chew toy. They seem to forget that they had a great dane at that age as well who allowed them both to crawl all over him.

Love Always,
Mommy