An Open Letter to My Grandson

Dear Baby Owen,

Naynay is getting very tired and fatigued and pooped from being on pins & needles for days and days and weeks, anticipating your arrival.  We recognize that you are your mama's son and your daddy's son, and therefore it is inevitable that you will likely feel the need to do things your own way, but would you mind getting a move on this whole being-born thang?

Seriously and I'm not even kidding.  If you keep this up I'm going to be too tired to chase your sister around like a crazy person while you holler in the background as only newborns can do.

And don't even get me started on how crazy anxious I am to see what you look like, and smell your sweet little baby head and kiss your nose...and toes.  just sayin.

Also, you would be shocked and amazed and delighted to understand how excited Wiwi and Doo - (seriously, how do we spell those names?  i'm befuddled and at a loss) - are to see you. 

You have 6 or 200 people who simply cannot wait much longer to meet you and tell you in person how much you are loved, so let's get this show on the road...okay??

Love,

Your Naynay

p.s.  Yes, it is true that your family members seem to have very odd and weird and nutty names.  You can thank your sister.  Don't be too hard on her.  She's awfully cute.