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I created this blog because I wanted to keep a journal for my baby to read some day. It is written to the baby, and for the baby, but it is also little indulgent so that I can forever remember what this crazy and miraculous process was like. These entries will go in the baby book, but I also wanted to share with any family and friends who wish to read. Many live so far away, and I wanted to give them the opportunity to share in my experience from afar (mom). So read at your leisure, and please enjoy.

Saturday, July 2, 2016

Stimmy's Departure

Dear Baby Girl,


Stimmy has left the building.

They left our family with the beautiful home that you will grow up in, and a nursery that is exactly what I pictured in my head (a difficult feat to accomplish). I will include some photos once Dad and I get all the furniture and have everything organized, but you already know what it looks like because by the time you read this it will be your house. But right now it is new, and there is certainly a “wow fact-ah.” There’s so much space that I don’t know where to go.

Grandpa Steve got all blink-y before he left. You will witness this many times in your life likely starting with your birth and then any time you hit a major milestone (i.e. walking, saying “Grandpa,” etc.). He got us both respective parting gifts (aside from the house) and left us a little message:

Red for me, pink for you.
Your baby shower is next weekend!

The “Baby Pink” comes from one of Grandpa Steve’s OCD behaviors that he developed while painting your nursery. He could not stop humming to himself “Pink!” and “Baby Gray!” and would blurt these out at random as if he had Tourette’s (even after he finished his paint job). “Pink!” turned into “Baby Pink!” and hence, the note. Another consequence of his nursery paint job: he HAD to have strawberry ice cream that night because the color pink of your bedroom reminded him of strawberry ice cream (this resulted in he and Jimmy’s countertop ice cream date).

We are very grateful for all of their hard work, and it’s very possible that the next time Grandpa Steve and Jimmy are in this house there will be another member of the family… YOU (I think that made Grandpa Steve extra blink-y).  

Love,

Mom


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