(Week 7) Tuesday, March 22nd

(Week 7) Tuesday, March 22^nd

Dear Baby,

            You are now probably the size of a blueberry. Can you believe it? You really are growing so fast. You might be developing a cute little face, little tiny arms and legs, fingers and toes, and don’t forget the eyelids. It is kind of strange and kind of gross, but you also have a liver, intestines, and an appendix already. It is all very exciting. But, I have to confess that I am a little relieved that you don’t have ears yet, because we all went to a concert, you included. It was a very loud, very rockin’ and rollin’ concert. Your first concert ever, listening to the greatest hits of a living legend, Jon Bon Jovi.

            First we drove up to Salt Lake to pick up your Grandpa and eat some dinner. You, little one, have been making Mama very sick the last couple of days. Not a lot of eating or sleeping is going on, but don’t worry, I hear that is all normal. I am optimistic because I can still fit comfortably in all of my favorite jeans. Before the concert we stopped at California Pizza Kitchen, one of Mama’s favorites, and you liked the kiwi Italian soda, but the Margarita pizza wasn’t so great.

            Next we headed across from the mall to the concert. Your Uncle Lincoln was very excited. We got the tickets as a Christmas present from your very sweet Grandma Lala and from your dad. They got us great seats and when the man and legend walked out to the edge of the stage on our side we could have spit on him, we were that close. When Jon Jon first came out on stage your uncle nearly wet his pants he was so excited.

            Your Uncle Lincoln hopes that because of this concert you will grow up harboring a great respect for his idol. I wouldn’t be surprised if he contrives a way to hook you up with headphones the minute you are in his arms. Needless to say, we all had a great time. You, Baby Schade, are one lucky little blueberry.

            Cravings: anything with acid. Tomatoes, pickles, banana peppers.

            Sickenings: fish tacos from Guru’s. They were delicious, without the fish.

                                    Loves Always,

                                                Mama