A year and a day ago, this was me calling the doctor to see if she thought I was pregnant.
Turns out I was. About 8 hours later, after miles of walking around trying to speed up my contractions, I showed up at the hospital at 6 in the evening in labor and already 5 cm along. Just five hours after that I was pushing. Yeah I did that for three hours. But this is the perfection the popped out at 2:04 a.m. August 10, 2008.
You’re our baby girl, Marlo Westley Anderson.
You were born picture perfect at 7 lb.and 7 oz.
From day one you were curious with your eyes wide open checking everything out.
When we got you home, you were so easy.
So precious and rosy.
And then you kept falling asleep while nursing and lost a bunch of weight. You kind of looked like a skeleton and you weren’t very cute. Sorry, but it was true just for a few weeks.
I started giving you breast milk in a bottle, and then all of a sudden this happened.
You got seriously chubby.
And seriously cute again.
I mean really tragically cute.
Every day you learned how to do new stuff. Like eat real food.
And drink from a sippy cup.
And stick your tongue out.
And stand up.
And blow bubble beards.
And tie your shoe laces.
You learned the simple joys of life.
And lounging on the couch watching cartoons on Sunday mornings.
And good friends that tell great stories.
And, of course, muffins.
You have a wonderful personality, Marlo.
Even though sometimes you throw a dandy of a tantrum…
Most of the time you’re a ton of fun.
I mean, you really crack us up.
We love you more than you love Yo Gabba Gabba. Happy Birthday Marlo Monkey.