an open letter

Dear babygirl,

Your Mimi is here now, and so it’s time for you to come on out.  All of us have done about all we can – walked long miles on swollen feet, drunk sixteen cups of red raspberry leaf tea, taken in as many prostglandins as possible, eaten spicy curry, tried new yoga poses, cleaned your room, cleaned your parents’ room, organized and re-organized, started filling out the baby book, and prayed — all that’s left is a pogo stick, and I’m just not sure I’m up for it.

By the way, we have a new President now.  Everybody’s all full of hope because of President Obama.  Economically, it’s a bit of a rough time to be entering the world, but with him at the helm, our nation has its confidence momentarily renewed.  So don’t be afraid.  What I’m saying is, come on out.

You’ll want to be like your Mom in some ways, but don’t follow my example for coming out.  I was a week late.  According to the “Calendar of Memories” that Mimi brought to Seattle this week, here were some other noteworthy events from my infancy:

• I smiled every day in my first week of life
• I went to the mall at six days old
• I went to church at 13 days old
• I went to my first concert – the Sonshine Festival – at three weeks old.  Mimi carried me in the Snugli and DaddyB (Bobby?  BaBa?  Grandad? It’s not going to be G-Daddy; sorry, Dad)  was the emcee for the event.
• At five weeks old, I started sleeping through the night.  I was a good sleeper. Still am. Please imitate me in this.
• My first trip, at three months, was an overnight church retreat to New Life Ranch.  Yeah, I swam in the pool.
• At three months, I would fake cough to get Mimi’s attention
• I went to the movies at 4 months, and also made my radio debut on a commercial about the “Sonshine Cruise”
• On November 4, Mimi notes that I liked ice cream.  No wonder I have a HaagenDaaz weakness. It’s all her fault.
• Feb. 25: “Amy loves graham crackers!”
• Mar. 4: “Amy LOVES graham crackers!”
• At nine months old, “Amy turns away and acts shy when people say hi.”  So demure.
• By eleven months, I was walking.

Babygirl, those are just a few of the things we have to look forward to!  So why not come on out?

See you soon,

your loving Mother.