Stuff, Stuff, and More Stuff
Dear Little George,
Last night I finally opened up all the boxes and organized your room. You have SO MANY TOYS. Holy cow. We need to announce to the world right now that you are entirely set for the first few years of your life. NO MORE TOYS. If new ones come in, we will have to purge the old ones and Simon never used any toy long enough to even make it appear "used." We also need a fourth bedroom to house the stuffed creatures we've accumulated over the years. I'm not quite sure how we will solve this problem until we know you and your interests.
Someone guessed your first name this week. It was this person's very first guess. I was shocked. It isn't a first guess type of name. I was pretty sure your middle name would be guessed by a large number of people and that hasn't happened at all. I didn't let on that the guess was correct. Our secret is safe. I think of you by your real name not "Little George" - one of these days I may slip up.
We have two weeks to go until your next appointment. I'm interested to see if I am measuring large or not. Daddy and I fully expect to have another tall baby. We even have a brand new car seat waiting - a car seat specifically designed for tall babies. Simon grew out of his first car seat by the time he was four months old. We gave it away around that time. It wasn't until Simon started sleeping regularly that we entertained the idea of doing this all over again.
I'm glad we are. So is Daddy. Simon's happy too. He likes the idea of bunk beds.
Love,
Mama