Dear Child #1,
I really don’t understand why you are so ungainly on your feet that you would trip whilst putting on your own shoes and consequently knock your chin against the side table at the Hyatt Place Atlanta Airport South last night. Also, you bit into the right side of your tongue so that I freaked out because I thought you were bleeding so badly due to the loss of one of four molars you have. Just the other day you injured your hand by somehow scraping your palm against the shower door handle. I don’t understand it, that has barely healed and you have acquired another injury.
You really enjoyed playing and rough-housing with your PohPoh the entire time she was here. You would both race around the house after powering up like Sonic and you would designate as to which character she and yourself would be next, Tails, Sonic or otherwise. You and KungKung were best buddies, we nicknamed you his Shadow because you pretty much trailed after him everywhere! He had an iPhone which you relentlessly demanded from him to play games on. Which brings me to my next point, you really do play video games a whole lot at age 5, but I have only myself to blame because I’m like that too.
I love you, Child #1 and wouldn’t trade you for the world! You are and forever will be my best Stewart. Ever!
Love forever,
Mommy.
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Dear Child #2,
You amaze me by how you cry and fuss in your carseat, I whip out a breast for you to feed on, and as soon as you feel it against your cheek you fall right asleep! Mommy’s boobie is NOT a pillow! That said, Daddy really super loves you because that man has been taking such amazing care of you through diapers and burpings.
The fact that you look like a 4 month old while just being a month old has led me to believe that you are capable of eating newborns for breakfast. I also have reason to believe that you have the face of a cherub and your daddy can’t get enough of how cute you are! You are exactly what we wanted. Your big brother keeps hanging around you like flies over honey, waiting to carry you when he’s able, calling you “My baby Ian!”, stroking your head at every oppurtunity, even while you’re asleep and waking you! He talks to you a lot, and you would smile that toothless grin up at him and make his day. They say you don’t social smile as a baby until much later, but we believe you already knew how and just felt the love from everyone who was near you. You are such a wonderful, happy baby. I love you so much my heart is bursting!
My darling little tubster. I only wish for the best for you, and I am so glad that you and your big brother get along. Please be good to him too!
P/s: wow you have real explosive poops! One time, the poop was all around the sides of the diaper and blasted out the back, but there was not a single yellow mustard seed poop in the middle of the diaper where it should usually be. That was a fun day for me.
Love with all my heart,
Mommy
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