Update 3 Month, 4 days

Dear Kylee,

You are 3 months and 4 days old.

You have learned quite a bit, but are overlooking some of the essentials, as I was brought from a dead sleep yesterday by a string of profanity from your father that was so impressive I would have applauded it, were it not at 8 in the morning. You must learn to poop outside. I took the Sunday shift and you had been very busy. We walked outside with all three warm piles and had a talk about the yard being the best way to not have Mama tearing out of the bed with Joan Crawford hair screaming about wire hangers because she was woken up.

You are growing. I think we can just measure your piles to see how much, but we are dedicated and are sticking to the wall.

Your dad found a fantastic bike run that no one knows about, as we only had one person pass us and let you off lead. You listened well and relished the freedom.

But you are lazy and enjoy your shade.

You found this on the final stretch home and I had to wrestle the nasty thing out of your craw as you screamed that you found it, and possession is 9/10ths of the law. I tried to convince you that eating dead frogs was kinda... ya know yuck.... you all but rolled your eyes at me and said FINE.

Once home, you collapse in front of the bowl and camp out there for a long time, in case it has any plans of escape.

Your doctor visit went very well. You still do not appreciate the thermometer. I can understand but I laugh. That is a mother's right Kylee. You make me insane day and night, yes, I enjoy the eye bulging from getting your temperture taken. Were I mean, I would ask for a re-check, but I haven't.

Your new word this week - you really are SMART SMART! is shake. You learned it in a couple hours. You are also left handed. Only left handed people really notice this on people or anything else with regularity, and you are. This pleases your mother deeply.

Your big brother needs some surgeries, and this breaks the hearts of your parents, so be nice to him ok. Just a little slack ok. We can't offer you a younger sibling, but we take you out often to meet others and you are quite the ham. No one passes without pausing to meet you. You think it's a given.

Love,

Mama