July 31, 2005
In the general sense, it is considered acceptable to have four grandparents, two of each variety, but you mother and I lay in bed this morning, attempting to count your grandparental units and I ran out of fingers and it was too cold to get my feet out from under the covers.
Of course, seeing how prehensile (people keep wondering why I call you 'monkey') YOUR toes are, perhaps I should have borrowed some of yours.
IN ANY CASE, here is the lowdown. You will already know, of course, that you spent today with your Nana Sue, and you already know your Nana Katy and Rowdy Grammy and Fabulous Aunt Jann. But here's the thing, punkin.
Around 10 sleeps from now (although that translates roughly to 40 sleeps for you), Grannie Annie's getting here. (I'm fairly sure that's not what we'll wind up calling her, but it will do for now). I spoke to you last time they were here about how scary it is for me when they come over. I worry that they're somehow going to decide that I'm not a good enough husband and take your mum away. It's irrational, sure, but just YOU wait until you start going out with young ladies and find out how terrifying it is to meet their dads.
Of course, I'm also terribly excited. Being that you are the most amazing and wonderous thing that I've ever had a part in creating, I'm always up for an opportunity to show you off, and its hard to find a more receptive audience than your grandparents.