Dear Damen Robert,
What. The. Hell.
It's January. 2013.
...
How did this happen?
So since the last time I wrote to you we have moved into our very own place. This is a very big change for you baby boy, a big change for all of us. Your entire life, all you have known is living at Grandma's house. You'd think like any other normal little kid that you'd have a hard time with it. You know, your world got flipped completely upside down.
Not you my man. The first week was a little rough; there was plenty of "I want to go home"s and "I want Grandma"s. After we got over that, pure cakewalk. You slept in your new room perfectly fine. You have no problem with our new home.
It's so wonderful. I am truly grateful for everything your Grams and Papa have done for us over the past four years, but now we can be a family. Now it's just us. IT'S WONDERFUL.
This week we've all been sick. I think it's hit you the hardest of all. Daddy started it, he was laid up in bed for two days. Next you got it. You have a high fever, stuffy nose, and pretty bad cough. You've been so brave. Rylee got it as well, though I don't think she's nearly as sick as you are.
You keep saying, "maybe we can go to the park tomorrow, we'll see how we feel. Right?" and "I hope I feel better."
Me too baby boy. Me too.
I love you so much little mister, even if you are a CRAZY PERSON when we have to keep you in the house!
I love you forever,
Mommy
