Dear Peanut,
On Sunday we bought you strollers. Mommy's colleague had used ones and we went to see them. Their Brio Kombi was in perfect condition though 5 years old and we came to an agreement of the price so we took them and Mommy's colleague also gave two big plastic bags full of baby clothes and sheets, a pedestal for a baby bath tub plus a sitter. As we came home Mommy was sure we'd have to tell the neighbours 'cause the father was out in the yard packing their car for a holiday trip. He was in such a hurry he never saw what we brought home. Our smaller dog however, her eyes went saucer-sized. She was all "You've not asked me how I feel about this, you can't bring those here, I don't want this!" and a couple of swear words I could read in her eyes. Needless to say, she doesn't like kiddies as one beat her when little. I hope you and her get along though. Neither one is going, so you better get along with each other.
Daddy and I talked about naming you last week. Mommy had some ideas to present to Daddy but since the first one was shot down already, Mommy asked Daddy whether he had any thoughts. Daddy said he had a few and I would learn your name when he signed the magistrate papers. Hardy harr. I asked then what he had thought of and as he said two names I knew which one you'd have. So, I hope you look like that... now we have to think of a second name so you can use that if you don't feel like being X. There's a dilemma...
Thanks for kicking me again, I love you.
