A Little Letter

Dear Mama,

Well, that's what the other kids call you, so I suppose I'll follow suit.  As I get bigger, I'm starting to make my preferences known.  As you've recently found out, my favorite food is fried rice.  Fried rice for dinner.  Fried rice for snacks.  Fried rice for breakfast.  I can't get enough.  I'm also partial to mashed potatoes, ridiculous amounts of watermelon, and tomatoes and mozzarella.  I know, I have quite the palette for one so young. 

Thanks for indulging me...  after all, when I'm happy, you're happy.  You're learning that quite quickly.

In return for your giving into my every whim, I'm wearing you out on an almost constant basis.  Thankfully, the other kids are nice enough to let you nap at least once a day, so I don't feel too badly on this front.  And really, after having the kids that you had before me, you kind of knew what you were getting into, right?

I'm growing like a weed, (it's all that fried rice... right?) and developing right on par.  You're pretty obsessed with tracking my progress, and that's ok... it's generally something new every day, so you have plenty to learn about.

The other kids are clueless about me.  Can you do something about that?  It's beginning to dampen my self-esteem.  In any case, they'll know about me in about 6 and a half months, so I guess it's ok.  Besides, I'm busy doing things like growing arms and legs, eyelids and fingernails.   I'll be practicing my swallowing skills and learning how to wedge my feet into your ribs while executing perfect forward rolls within my snug little home. 

So yes, I'm looking forward to actually seeing you and that Daddy guy and those other three noisy little people come March.  For now, keep feeding me fried rice and watermelon, and I'll keep growing like it's my job.  ('cause it is).

Love, love,

Your very favorite Baby #4, Due March 19th.