Madeline's First Days

By Kyle Small -














Well I have heard from some of my Daddys friends (namely Kim G) that I haven't been writing as much about Madeline as my dad wrote about me. Two things: 1) I am a busy little boy who takes naps, chases balls, and watches Sesame Street 2) My dad is a computer hog, so I can only write when he gets out of my way.

But for the fans of the blog out there (and I am grateful for each and every one of you) here is a new update on baby sister.

Madeline is doing really well from my perspective. She eats better than I did, goes to the bathroom about the same amount, and sleeps a little less. Overall, we are equal in gifts, albeit different. I think my parents should keep her. She evens has some of the same adorable qualities that I have (see photos).

The first week has been wonderful. Mom and Dad seem protective of Maddie when I hold her because they think I squeeze her head to hard, but I just want her to know that I love her. And I figure that as long as she isn't screaming, she is fine....she makes more noise when she is supposed to be sleeping in her crib than she does when I squeeze her.

Speaking of screaming.....when I go to bed, I quickly and quietly hug my bear and fall asleep...angelic, if I may say so. When Baby Madeline goes to bed, she screams and squawks all night long. I will teach her to sleep soon, but I will let her keep my parents up for few more weeks. I think it will build their character.

Also, Grover-dog is no longer with us. He will return, I am told, but he is currently with our dear friends the Johnson's. They will take good care of him, I am sure. It makes supper clean up a bit longer than usual, and daddy gets really red when I throw food. If I throw more than once, he sits me on the "stool" and talks to me at eye-level with this grumpy-man voice. I think I am in trouble, but I am not sure of how that works yet. Anyway....he loves me!

Enjoy the photos!

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