Cleaning for you

Dear McKenna,

I just wanted you to know that my nesting instinct is stronger than ever. You did not get gypped.

I wake up with these compulsions to clean your room, move stuff, reorganized, wash, dry, fluff and fold.

I've run to Costco for no other reason than to buy batteries for your swing and mobile ... just to find out I had already bought them.

I refold the blankets in your bed several times a day, and I passionately try to keep Quinny out of your space. Your bed is made, and yesterday morning I had the urge to go get all the stuffed animals from down stairs and pick out a few for your crib. Although Quinn peed on me while I was doing this, I managed to I wash and fluffthem, and they are waiting for you.

I got the car seat out at the crack of dawn and scrubbed it clean. I threw the head rest in the wash, and it is all ready for you.

Your little diapers are ready and far more organized than Quinn's ever were.

You've got a new pair of shoes waiting for you that Grammy bought, and way to many new outfits for one 3-6 month old to ever wear. (You'll have to grow slowly please.)

I made room for all your clothes; I organized them by size and cutenesss at 5 a.m. one morning.

The rocker is ready for us, too. I can't wait to sit with you.

Your room will probably never be this clean again.

See you Monday.

Love,

Mommy