Piggysnoot

Dear Nora,

This past week you celebrated your first Valentine’s Day…along with your first Daytona 500. You seemed to enjoy the race…you sat propped up watching the cars go around…all dolled up in your raceday gear.

I’m trying to make you a Jeff Gordon and Jimmie Johnson fan while your Daddy would prefer that you like Tony Stewart. You’ll probably piss us both off and end up liking Junior or Harvick. I guess it’ll be fine for you to exhibit your independence…you’ll just have to watch the race at someone else’s house if you’re cheering for one of them! In the meantime, Daddy and I will probably continue to try and influence you to like each of our drivers…just keep in mind…I’m the one that feeds you…

This week I’ve also noticed that you’ve started to grow on me a little more. The first weeks of your life were kinda like a survival of the fittest type of situation…as the weeks pass, though, you’re becoming more enjoyable. At first it was simply feed you, change you, and beg you to go back to sleep. Now I spend quite a bit of time watching you in awe…you’re getting so big…and so beautiful. I am still amazed that you’re a real, live person…that we’ve managed to keep healthy, fed, and clothed for seven whole weeks now. You were easier to care for before you were born…but much more fun to care for now…even when you are crapping in the car in the parking lot.

You smile and coo all the time now…sounding almost like you’re carrying on a conversation already. Your Daddy says that once you start talking you’re never going to stop…I think he’s probably right. The mobile on your crib is a source of interest for you…it has two teddy bears on it…it’s supposed to have three but one of them got lost in the closet before we put it together. I know it’s in there somewhere…unless the contents of the closet ate it. While we joke that your mobile is a little ghetto since it’s missing a bear, you don’t seem to mind one bit. You just love talking to Juan and Jacques…I’m not sure how you’ll pronounce Jacques but I guess we’ll cross that bear when we come to it.

I went back to work this week. Thank God it’s only half days because I spend a lot of time missing you. I think it’s good for you to have some one on one Daddy time, though, too. He’s taken you for a few car rides…probably letting you listen to that awful jazz music that seems to quiet you right down…don’t worry, it puts me to sleep every time, too. I didn’t know that I’d miss you as much as I do when we’re not together…for this reason I hope you’ll be understanding of the fact that I plan to never let you leave the house alone…we’re talking no school, no dates, no going to college, no moving out. I’m sure you think this is unrealistic…well just talk to your father about dating…see if he sides with you or me…

I love you, My Girlie. I love every bit of you. Your huge blue eyes. Your beautiful little nose. Your sparse newborn hair that we cover up with a hat most of the time. Your infectious, toothless grin. Your chubby, dimpled cheeks. Your stinky, dirty hands. Your super long feet. Your big toes that look just like my big toes. Head to toe you are perfect. You are absolutely George-ous.

Love,
Mommy