To all my silly boys,
I had not planned on writing to you EVER SINGLE DAY, but thus far you have given me reason to. I guess this is one of the rewards of having you boys so close together in age; something silly is always happening.
First, last night. Dada and I check on you before going to bed every night. Most nights, there is nothing unusual to see. Last night, however, there was. I opened the door to your room and, to my surprise, L had grown a foot in length! I looked over to J and found that J had shrunk! Wait. You swapped beds. This RARELY happens. More often than not, we will find both of you snuggled in one bed together. Usually J's bed. You will resent this when you are older. You may even deny it. But you two take comfort in one another and it makes Mommy and Dada very happy.
Second, today. J and L, you two have been crazy today. It started with the dishwasher. Which Dada started before leaving for work. J and L, you thought it would be fun to push all the buttons mid-cycle. Stopped it from running. And the dishwasher already failed at washing the dishes when we turned it on last night. So now, 18 hours later, the ONE load of dishes is finally clean. Then the two of you decided to play with your cars on the piano. During which you knocked all of Dada's sheet music onto the floor. Papers everywhere. And he needs that in order for Sunday. Lucky for you, Mommy put everything back together. Finally, J, you thought it would be a good idea to try to break your thumb. I was feeding baby D at the time, so I STILL don't know exactly what you did. But lets just say your thumb and the yellow metal dump truck do NOT make good friends. I am glad Mimi is a nurse. But it didn't reassure me everything would be okay when she said we will know that the thumb is broken if the nail turns black. In which case GET TO A DOCTOR IMMEDIATELY. But here is the good news. Your nail did not turn black. And the swelling and redness are basically gone. Whew.
Third, baby D. Baby D, you are still so new to this world that, well... you don't have much of a personality outside of eating, sleeping, and pooping. But it is coming. And you are getting big. By big, I mean still-really-small-compared-to-your-brothers-but-bigger-than-when-you-first-arrived big. One month old tomorrow. And rocking size 3 month clothing. That's silly.
I love you boys!
Love,
Mommy
