One month old.

Dear Bonus Ball

You are one month old today – something that both pleases and saddens me and your Mummy Vee, because it means you aren’t really a newborn any more – so I have decided to jump on the internet bandwagon and write you a letter.  I will explain what a bandwagon is when you are older, but don’t think I’ll ever need to explain what the internet is, because we are going to bring you up to be a total geek, with the IVP and G00gle as kindly old auntie-types who know everything.  That should be fine, as we are also going to make sure you get lots of fresh air.

I digress. I am sleep deprived. In short, life has not been the same since you arrived… that’s putting it mildly, actually. You have made our lives complete in ways that we never expected. You’re the baby we always wanted and sometimes feared we’d never have. You fill our hearts with joy and love; you make me smile even when I’m in the worst mood ever. Always.

We’ve learned so much from you too. Thanks to you, we now know how far poo can travel before it lands, and we know that we can spend an entire day with your sick all over our t-shirts before we even notice. We also know that when you’re angry and don’t want your nappy changed, you’ll stiffen your long legs and scream so that it’s impossible to remove or add any items of clothing. You seem rather advanced for your young age. You are brilliant.

I’m really glad that we’ve been documenting your life with daily photos, but don’t think you wil be so glad when you’re a teenager, especially not because today we dressed you in pink. Just be grateful that I couldn’t find a bunny suit for you to wear at Easter.

Every day we look at you in wonder and think you can’t possibly be ours and we have to give you back to some very lucky people at the end of the day, and then we remember that you ARE ours and WE are the very lucky people, and we can’t believe it.  It’s true.

I love you with a force that is strong and deep and neverending. It is fiercely protective, and if anyone ever challenges that, I will rip their heads off (it’s probably not a good idea for you to do anything like that, though, because you might get into trouble).

I’ll explain trouble another time, because I need a nap now.

xxxx Mummy Jay

P.S. Mummy Vee is working on your birth story, but it’s taking a long time because you’re always eating. That’s great.