Open letter to the tiniest stickles
20 December 2007It has recently come to my attention that you are beginning to resemble less of a baby and more of a small person.
And that’s fantastic– there is no limit, really, to the amount of good things that knowing how to stand up without holding on to a parent has brought me (physically and emotionally)– but I’m not entirely sure I’m ready for your impending transition to Small Person. Last night I told your Grandma Joanne that one of your christmas presents was a book that I want to keep at her house (following me? its your book but it stays at Grandmas… kind of like that year your dad used “stuff I want” as a Christmas present theme and then took back all the presents he had given everyone within a week). I told your Grandma what book it was, knowing that it was her favorite board book of all time, and she immediately began reciting it, albeit with way more exclamation points than the author had originally intended: “Once there was a little gorilla! and everybody loved him! his mother loved him! and his father loved him!”… all the way through the end of the book, where the little gorilla has his first birthday and is now a very big gorilla. “And everyone still loved him!” your grandma triumphantly summed up as I, on the other end of the phone, turned the pages of the book and realized that she really did know it forwards and backwards. So, clearly, we have all been conditioned by the Little Gorilla to love you even though you’re getting bigger. Everyone still loves me, even though I turned out to be about 30% bigger than they had expected me to. But if you could stay a baby for a short amount of time longer, I would really appreciate that.
Also, you appear to be growing the token Stickles Head.
Which is useful for things like containing all of the knowledge you’ll soon have on naming the presidents in chronological order and the ’86 Mets and the lyrics to “I Hope That Something Better Comes Along” and various other Muppet songs, and how to cheat at the family Christmas present pool and many lines from Free To Be You And Me, but not very useful if you ever want to play a sport that requires protective brain coverings, or look like something other than a melon on a toothpick. Sorry, kiddo.
Love,
AUNT CRISTIN.
2 Responses to “Open letter to the tiniest stickles”
December 20th, 2007 at 2:55 pm
Uh-oh – residual shame from years of having to wear the adjustable baseball helmet bubbling to the surface!
December 26th, 2007 at 9:04 pm
Not to take claim for anything but I ask you> Picture in your mind your grandpa Roach’s head and than picture in your mind your Grandpa Stickle’s head and tell me where does that nice round head come from?? I am not for one second saying Meg’s head is in anyway anything but adorable but… I think the roundness is the Roach side…. Christmas was great…. I love Meg more each time I see her. Have a wonderful week.