We read that you can probably start to hear noises from this side of the belly so we’ve been chatting with you on a regular basis. I think that in the morning before Dad leaves for school and when I am still in bed, he thinks he has you to himself and that’s when he tells you all sorts of crazy things. I am awake enough to hear him making plans with you (like about how you guys are going to eat together at Pat’s at least once a week “no matter what Mom says”) and I try not to laugh and just pretend to stay asleep. I’m glad you guys are buddies already, but I do hope he waits a few months before he tries to share pizza and wings with you!
We’ve Been Busy!
You and I have been on the move and I can only imagine what life is like for you on the inside. I think it must feel like a thrill ride sometimes…I hope you like it and that you’re not completely annoyed with me. I think you prefer me to be on my feet, which seems to work better for both of us. When I sit for long periods of time and forget to use good posture, you stomp on my bladder to let me know that I’m cramping your space. That certainly gets my attention. How do you even know where my bladder is? You are a tricky one.
Let me give you a little preview on what’s been happening on the outside. You and I have been….
MAKING DRESSES | EATING FOOD (lots of it) | DESIGNING LOGOS | RUNNING MILES | GROWING BIGGER | ORGANIZING YOUR CLOTHES | PASSING OUT (Dad thinks that’s hilarious!)
May is a busy month. With the upcoming Jr/Sr banquet at school, the Compassion Corps golf tournament and the run we’re doing with Aunt Jenna, there’s no time to sit around. If we’re not writing, then we’re sewing or painting or training. And then, yes, I pass out.
I wish you could tell me what it’s like from your perspective, what you’ve been up to in there and whether you’re having a good time.
If I had to summarize your activity over the past few weeks, I would say that you have been…
KICKING ME | PUNCHING ME | KICKING ME | NAPPING | KICKING ME | PUNCHING ME | KICKING ME | NAPPING
But I love it, Denny. Kick away, little man!