A letter to my baby girl . . .

Dearest McCartney,

Last night you threw the mother of all fits got really sad. If you recall it started because you have decided you are afraid of the cat. You know, the cat that has been with us since before you were born. The cat that never bothers you, that loves you and you give tons of attention to . . . yeah, that one. The cat must have liked the ruffles on the bottom of your adorable dress and tried to grab your ankle. Remember my darlin' that the cat has no front claws. He cannot hurt you. But that did not stop the screeching that may or may have busted eardrums of the people on our block your apprehension. Of course you knew it was beautiful spring day and the front door was open, so where did you run my darling? Of course, the front door so the neighbors could better hear your blood curdling screams share our experience and perhaps have the broken eardums bleed even more feel sorry for you. It took at least 15 minutes for you to calm down after that calamity tell us how you really felt, then we heard the jets fly over.

The jets were doing a fly over of the new ballpark on opening night. As you know pumpkin, we live close to downtown, so we stepped outside to see them fly back over. That was fun! Until of course, it was time to go inside. Wow! Cue the screaming You really expressed your displeasure. You do such a good job of making me want to get in the car and drive to Nebraska making sure we all know what you like and don't like. You really excel at the hollering communicating my darling. THAT is something to be proud of! That screaming match conversation lasted about 10 minutes.

Then, the last straw end of our evening was the fit you threwconversation we had when I used the word "bedtime". Holy Mercy! If you will recall this was the point that I lovingly snatched you by the arm took you by the hand and marched you up the stairs. I endured your screeching and the shouts of "I hate you!" words while I took off your clothes and put your pajamas on. I left you screaming and kicking snuggled alone on your bed. You did attempt to come down the stairs one time, but at this point you knew my patience was far exceeded and once you saw my face turn and look at you, you ran back up the stairs it was bedtime . . . screaming all the way.

Your daddy was so unhappy that I was getting all the abuse attention he decided that if he liked being married he better take over chose to go upstairs and sit in the hall until you went to sleep. It was then that I decided I would run far far away, before I gouged my eyes out with the potato peeler go to Target and run some errands.

Honey, you may wonder why mommy is taking the time to type all this out for you. I am doing this so that I will have it to show to your first boyfriend because he needs to know what he is getting himself into how much your mommy loves you.

For the love of all that is holy, please do not put mommy through this again tonight I love you darling!

Mommy