(Week 9) Sunday, April 3rd
Baby,
By now you might have been able to tell that I am not really measuring properly what week we are on. I am just guessing. But on Monday I have an appointment and we will know exactly what is going on with you. We are visiting Dr. Willis, and trust me, you will love him. I think you are now the size of a grape. That is pretty exciting for me. You might be developing tiny teeth and your heart will divide into the four necessary chambers. Pretty cool!
As you might also know, today was the last day of vacation. We were all pretty sad about it coming to an end, especially when we found out we would be heading back to four inches of snow. Ick! It is the last day for continental breakfast. The weather isn’t looking as nice as yesterday. We were all feeling like little mopes this morning, slowly packing our things and saying goodbye to the nice room. However, the constantly barking dog next door will not be missed. Pepper was an angel this whole trip. We were a little hesitant to bring to her to stay at the hotel, but compared to some of the mutts there she was the perfect size and extremely well behaved.
She especially loved our little jaunt to the park. We will have to take you there sometime. We tethered Pepper in the middle of this expanse of grass and threw the ball and Frisbee for a while. Then Uncle Linc, Cousin Clayt, and Uncle Ty started a game of baseball with a big stick and the doggy tennis ball. The little game turned into a big one. Mama, Papa, Uncle Mark, and Grandpa Gygi joined in the rotation. We played pitcher, batter, first base, left mid field, out field, right mid field, and third base. The rules just sort of sprang from there. Basically you had three strikes, just like normal ball, but you also had the chance to score three times. If you hit the ball and got to first it counted as a point. If you hit the ball and someone caught it, you were out and we rotated. If you hit the ball and someone missed the catch, then you had to beat the ball to first base for your point. If you were tagged you were out or if the first base got the ball you were out, and we rotated. The funniest thing about the game though, was Pepper. If you hit a grounder in her direction it was almost a guaranteed point because she was so fast at picking up the ball, but never willing to give it up.
Unless you are Uncle Mark, who hit a pop fly. Pepper caught it out of the air. Granted she immediately dropped it and scooped it back up, but we all agreed he was pretty much out. It wasn’t a great game for him because on top of that your Papa smacked one right towards him and when he couldn’t get his hands on it, the ball struck right where it counts. He bent in half and we all laughed. It took him a little while to recover from that one, but before long he was laughing too.
The game really worked as a great equalizer. Hitting a hard doggie tennis ball with a stick isn’t exactly the easiest thing to do. Every one got points sometimes and got out other times. It was so much fun. Auntie Laina and Grandma sat by the playground with Makelle and Auntie Kelsey, and when they got hungry we decided to head back poolside for a picnic before heading home. All in a good Spring Vacation.
We still love you little one,
Mama & Papa
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