Happy first mother's day, Mom. We got together and put some thoughts together, and have asked Dad to publish this post for us. A few comments on how you've done to-date, and what lies ahead for you (and us):
1. It's clear that you and Dad don't really know what you're doing. We've talked with a few other kids around town whose parents have been at this a little longer, and there seems to be a lot less stress in their lives. But, we can tell you're working at it - and you're definitely getting better. Most of all, we appreciate your effort and remarkable perseverence. We know we can test you sometimes, but you and Dad always seem to roll with the punches and bounce back. Especially you, Mom; when things really get tough, we can tell that Dad is looking to you for the answers. We won't forget this. And you're SO organized! Kudos!
2. We don't really like soy very much. Riggs is NOT happy with Avery, because her reflux made Mommy decide that it was easier to put us both on the soy formula. It's a constant source of discord among us, but hopefully one we'll forget about before we learn how to talk. Just an FYI in case you think you should keep rolling forward with the soy milk later in life; you should not.
3. Sometimes we cry in the middle of the night just to see Daddy, in his underwear with his hair up like a bird's nest, run into the room. It is hysetical. You HAVE to see it from our perspective.
4. We didn't like it either when we saw the triplets at the festival the other day. We had our thunder stolen and, frankly, that's no fun for anybody. Please survey any crowds before introducing us around to make sure that no higher-number multiples are present.
5. I, Riggs, am a gazelle in waiting. Very fast. It's hard for you to tell this now because I haven't figured out how to get off my back yet, but you'll see soon enough. Once I start crawling, walking, then running, you will see just how fast I am. I'm basically like a Ferrari on the assembly line, waiting for the final pieces to come together before I put my wheels in motion. I get this from Uncle Scott, Aunt Eryn, and Aunt Beth...not from either of you two turtles.
6. I, Avery, will be a lethal combination of beauty and brains once my hair comes in and the baby fat subsides. I've already got a date to senior prom (he'll be the quarterback...not very bright, but - hey - it's not like I'm going to marry the guy), and I have submitted my college pre-applications to three Ivy League schools. LSU and Kentucky are my safety schools, but that's basically just because I don't want to offend you and Dad.
7. ENOUGH with the Baby Einstein. Let's move on, shall we? Riggs likes action movies (nothing with Bruce Willis) and, like Daddy, is the occasional sucker for a romantic comedy when nobody is looking. Avery likes British comedies and The Office.
That's about it. We're tired, Riggs can't find his nu-nu, and Avery has a dirty diaper. Plus, it is WAY past our bedtime, and you'll be home any minute. We love you. Keep up the good work, don't be too hard on Daddy when he's an idiot, and we'll see you in the morning. Happy Mother's Day.
Love,
Riggs and Avery