Update Month 5. or so.

Dear Kylee,

Today you are ... too old to count! And too big to be making your Mom pick up piles of poo because you sometimes are afraid of the dark. It's really ok, I am too sometimes and have done that hop-jump into bed because something was on me.

You are extremely curious about my record player (pictured behind her below) and you adore to sit with me even if I play the same song over and over. You question why it is doing what it's doing, and your little head goes in circles. You might or might not grow into your ears.

You stare at me almost non-stop and I try to shoo you to your Father, you do give us both attention but I find you at my feet damn near non stop. Licking. Staring. Waiting to be told what to do when all we really ask is that you eat, drink and shit outSIDE!!!!! We thought you were cool with the simple rules of Casa de Morgan.

Since your big sister moved out I've simply referred to you as "ok." You know I'd never hurt nor starve you, it just wasn't there and people swore I was just all talk. It wasn't. Honestly, I didn't know you. You frankly looked a runt and dissapointing.

I looked at you this weekend and finally gazed you right in the eyes and said "I love you." and meant it. You can't blame me for being reluctant, you just aren't Leedy and in fairness why should anyone ask you to be? Some things are never let go of, and I make no remorse, but alas.... you little heart weasel........ I'm mad for you.

Love,

Mama.