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letter Five to my Muffin
Hello, my dearest Muffin!
It’s Sunday again (yes, already!) and only 204 days left to go before you get here! I know it will go very fast for your mama and daddy, and there’s a lot to do. Mama is going to take online courses for medical transcription so by the time you get here, she can stay home with you. I think this is a Most Excellent Plan, and I’m very proud of both your mama and your daddy – you really are lucky.
You might not think so when you hear this next bit – Mama said you can never have a boyfriend. Ever. Of course, it’s way too early for things like that (boys will be icky to you for a long time) but I’m having fun poking your mama about it. This is known as “Mother’s Revenge,” and I’ve been waiting a LONG TIME for this. Heh!
I know you’ll help me out with the Mother’s Revenge. Here are some other ideas for you when you get here:
1. When you’re big enough for a high chair, throw your spoon or food or whatever you can get your little chubby hands on to the floor. Keep doing it, and giggle every time. Mama and daddy can’t get mad at anything you do, as long as you look cute doing it. That’s the main thing.
2. 3AM is a great hour of the night to wake up and play. Again, Major Cuteness is the key here. Cooing and smiling are great weapons at 3AM. So are New and Amazing Talents, like rolling over, discovering your toes, or babbling. They won’t be able to resist.
3. Don’t worry about your First Werd. They will expect (and try to entice) you to say “Ma-ma” or “Da-da” first, but remember our arrangement and imagine the looks on their faces when you say “No-ni” !!!!!
That’s all for now, but I’m sure between the two of us, we can come up with many more ideas.
*
Your mama said the other day there was a big storm and lots of snow on the ground where you live. I dreamed we were out in your front yard making a snowman. The ground was covered with scintillating white, and the day was crisp and cold. You were in a snowsuit that looked exactly like the one your mama had when she was little. Your eyes were sparkling and your little nose all pink. One mitten hung from a string from one sleeve, and you had the other one on. We were building the snowman, and I said, “Look at all that snow on the car. We should clean that off.”
“No, Noni,” and you pointed to the sky, where the sun was shining in its weak, winter way. “Sun’ll do it. No worries,” and your smile was brighter than the day. You hugged me around my neck and pressed your cold cheek to mine.
And you were right. By the time we finished the snowman, the snow had melted from the car.
“Sun’ll do it.” I’ll have to remember that. Sometime things will take care of themselves, and all we have to do is stay out of the way and wait. I’ll have to remember to take care of business, and let the other things take care of themselves.
*
I love you, Muffin. I think about you and mama and daddy every minute, and I miss you all. You’re doing great, getting bigger every day, and your mama is feeling pretty sassy. It runs in the family – I fully suspect you’ll have your share.
No worries.
<3
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It’s Sunday again (yes, already!) and only 204 days left to go before you get here! I know it will go very fast for your mama and daddy, and there’s a lot to do. Mama is going to take online courses for medical transcription so by the time you get here, she can stay home with you. I think this is a Most Excellent Plan, and I’m very proud of both your mama and your daddy – you really are lucky.
You might not think so when you hear this next bit – Mama said you can never have a boyfriend. Ever. Of course, it’s way too early for things like that (boys will be icky to you for a long time) but I’m having fun poking your mama about it. This is known as “Mother’s Revenge,” and I’ve been waiting a LONG TIME for this. Heh!
I know you’ll help me out with the Mother’s Revenge. Here are some other ideas for you when you get here:
1. When you’re big enough for a high chair, throw your spoon or food or whatever you can get your little chubby hands on to the floor. Keep doing it, and giggle every time. Mama and daddy can’t get mad at anything you do, as long as you look cute doing it. That’s the main thing.
2. 3AM is a great hour of the night to wake up and play. Again, Major Cuteness is the key here. Cooing and smiling are great weapons at 3AM. So are New and Amazing Talents, like rolling over, discovering your toes, or babbling. They won’t be able to resist.
3. Don’t worry about your First Werd. They will expect (and try to entice) you to say “Ma-ma” or “Da-da” first, but remember our arrangement and imagine the looks on their faces when you say “No-ni” !!!!!
That’s all for now, but I’m sure between the two of us, we can come up with many more ideas.
*
Your mama said the other day there was a big storm and lots of snow on the ground where you live. I dreamed we were out in your front yard making a snowman. The ground was covered with scintillating white, and the day was crisp and cold. You were in a snowsuit that looked exactly like the one your mama had when she was little. Your eyes were sparkling and your little nose all pink. One mitten hung from a string from one sleeve, and you had the other one on. We were building the snowman, and I said, “Look at all that snow on the car. We should clean that off.”
“No, Noni,” and you pointed to the sky, where the sun was shining in its weak, winter way. “Sun’ll do it. No worries,” and your smile was brighter than the day. You hugged me around my neck and pressed your cold cheek to mine.
And you were right. By the time we finished the snowman, the snow had melted from the car.
“Sun’ll do it.” I’ll have to remember that. Sometime things will take care of themselves, and all we have to do is stay out of the way and wait. I’ll have to remember to take care of business, and let the other things take care of themselves.
*
I love you, Muffin. I think about you and mama and daddy every minute, and I miss you all. You’re doing great, getting bigger every day, and your mama is feeling pretty sassy. It runs in the family – I fully suspect you’ll have your share.
No worries.
<3
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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