This is what ten days overdue in the middle of August looks like.

Notice there’s no face on this giant body because what you would see is the WTF face. You will also notice that there are no fingers visible because you know what that middle one would be doing? (Wait…how do *you* know what that finger means? Stop learning things rightthisverysecond!)

But alas, we made it halfway through Scarface until I got way too sick of stopping the movie during contractions. I guess you decided that right then and there it was, um, time to say hello to my little friend? Not surprising, I guess. You have always had impeccable timing.

My Boots. My Bellrose. My Roo. My Rooster. My Rooney. My Bella Bella. My Bellezilla.

My special baby girl.

My bruiser in a pink tutu.

My Next Great Baker.

My jungle girl.

My Packers fan.

My ice skater.

My artist.

My gooney bird.

My, um, videographer?

You were worth waiting the extra ten days, you crazy kid.

I love you very much, even when you chew carrots in my ear and make me play LIFE and make me play Free To Be You And Me on repeat and grow so quickly that I can’t keep you clothed and you confuse the Beatles with the Jonas Brothers.

Don’t you ever change.

You completed our family; you completed my heart.