Dear Petit Escargot,

You are making a mess of your mama!  I cry at pretty much every television show.  Sometimes my eyes well up.....sometimes I'm sobbing like someone real has been hurt.  It's pretty funny, to be honest.  I cried at the end of Criminal Minds because a dad was coaching his son's soccer (football) team.  Boy or girl, I am pretty sure that's how we're going to trick your daddy into athleticism. 

I am in utter wonder at you.  I imagine you in there, dancing around.  I laugh at the images in my head.  You sure do love your fruits!  Currently we've explored grapes, bananas, apple, kiwi, strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, cherries, grapefruit, lemons, limes, mango, melon, pineapple, and prunes.  One of the few things you don't turn your nose up at is fruit.  At least we know you're getting a variety of vitamins and plenty of fiber.  You're also big on the milk....but really, who can blame you?

Your daddy and I like to talk about you.  About names for you.  About the type of person you will be.  About things we want to take you to see, adventures we want to have.  I think you're the only baby I know whose parents want you to see Paris by the time you're 5.  I can't wait to see you paint, to bang out a song on an instrument, to watch you spin in circles until you fall down, the world a beautiful blur of colors around you.

And of course I'll be teaching you to cook!  I've already looked at little aprons (both little girl style and little boy style) for you!  And little rolling pins.  There will be no easy bake oven.....I figure with supervision you can use the real thing.  We'll start as soon as you can sit in a high chair and watch me bake.  It's important that you learn about the bountiful variety of amazing food there is. 

I sometimes worry that I'm not cut out for this.  But I sure am going to try my hardest to be both an amazing mama as well as a wife.  I hope you grow up seeing how much your daddy and I love one another.  The best thing we can give you is to show you what love looks like.  That way you'll know how to recognize it when you're older.  (But we're in no rush for your first broken heart!)

We love you, little one.  You are the most amazing miracle. 

Love,
Mama