It’s the first day of 2011, the year you will be born. In Chinese astrology, 2011 is the year of the rabbit. I don’t put much stock in this, as I was born in 1978, the year of the horse, and the description of what that is supposed to mean isn’t accurate for me. Your mom and I have been calling 2011 “the year of the baby,” which is unrelated to astrology, Chinese or otherwise.
The most important thing that happend since the last time I wrote is we saw you for the first time on your 20-week ultrasound. It was amazing to me how much you were moving. You looked like you were trying to get comfortable, but I know that was probably just your way of exercising. Any day now I should be able to feel you moving from the outside.
You also racked up lots of loot at Christmas, including a stroller, car seat, diaper bag and clothes among other things. Those things are nice and helpful and will be important to creating a healthy environment for you. But ultimately you won’t remember any of that. I’ve had lots of Christmases (32 to be precise), and I don’t remember many of the gifts I received.
What I do remember are all the fun things we did leading up to Christmas: decorating a tree; hanging a cloth ornament on the fabric tree that’s been in our family a long time; big lunches with our family; sugar cookies; and trying to find where my mom hid the presents, among other things. Those memories will last you a lot longer than any of your gifts will. We can think of all sorts of fun things to do together at this time of year.
One thing I won’t make you do is see Santa if you don’t want to. My mom made me do that until I was about 14 years old and I hated it. We won’t take you at all unless you ask to go.
I can’t remember if I told you or not, but I put your crib together. Your room is really coming along, we’ve got almost everything that’s not related to you out of there.