HAPPY HAPPY B*DAY MISS R

Here it is, January 8 and we know what that means!  

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you!  Tonight will be a night to remember because you are going out to dinner with Mr M M  - - won't that be great!  Little Dyllie is hanging with Gpa and they have just been to the store - - from what I can hear from my room, they seem to be getting along famously.

Many years ago, when you were born, it was a major trial to just get to the hospital!  There was a really bad ice storm -- EVERYTHING was coated with over an inch of clear slick ICE and big pregnant laboring me had to walk down some stairs to get to the car!  I put socks over my shoes so I would not slip.  Your Dad got us to the hospital, we slipped a lot, but we got there.  Then the Doctor was very late getting there - - he got his car stuck at the top of the hill and had to run and slide on foot to the Hospital.  He got there with only about 20 minutes before you were born!

Another funny thing is that after we were home, your big sister(H), age 2, went to your bassinet and draping you over her arm, carried you into the kitchen where your Dad, Grandma and Mom were having a bite to eat.  (Your head was hanging down to the floor!!)

As you well know after Dyllie, that's a 2 year old for you!  What a shock it was to see that happening, but it seemed to actually help you cough some stuff out of your lungs.   Things happen sometimes that are scary and then turn out be OK.  Maybe Miss H did you some kind of huge helpful thing that day??  I think so!

And we all know how wonderful you turned out to be!  Know that I am so so so proud of you, forever!  What a blessing it has been for me, to know you as my daughter!

Now you have a 2 year old, who is learning by doing what he sees the older people doing.  He is playing basketball (saw the games on TV and at the park).  He loves to cook (his Dad is skilled at cooking, as is his Mom).  The most impressive thing is that he knows so many words and speaks so many complete sentences.  He even knows jokes - that's really amazing to me!

Then you have Auntie H. and Uncle C. -- wasn't that great that C was a baby sitter New Year's Eve for Dyllie!  D told me the other day about visiting Auntie H and how Oscar popped his little orange basketball when it rolled away under the couch!

OK. Wishing you joy and love in your little home, it sure makes me happy!  Thanks!

Heaps and Gobs of Love,

MOM