You just got to meet your new cousin, sort of.
We spent the weekend in Bellingham to see your Aunt Nina in her final days of pregnancy with a big, round tummy. We hadn’t seen them for the past six months due to the pandemic, so we almost missed seeing Nina’s bump entirely. Will it be a boy or a girl? We’ll know by your next letter. The out-of-womb cousins all got along great. You and Harry roughhoused as expected, and we got to hear a lot more from a verbose young Elowen.
The weekend was a nice break from all of the moving in we’re doing. It was easy getting beds and dressers in place (because we hired movers to do that). Now we’re down to the small stuff — art boxes, framed pictures — as well as junk-drawer-worthy miscellaneous items.
You’ve wasted no time taking advantage of all of the extra space here. You built racecar tracks across our furniture-less family room, canvassed your bedroom floor with monster trucks and books, and climbed the highest point of the backyard playset. Mom bought you a Paw Patrol water gun with a backpack resevoir, which you’ve used to hose down the patio and the side of the house. All in all, you’re proving out why we wanted to get more space and more house.
You have been an awesome playmate around the house, too, constantly asking if I want to play with you or work on a project together. You helped me build some of our new outdoor furniture as well as a living room chair. Sometimes we get to play and sometimes I have to disappoint you when, say, your request is at 10 a.m. on a weekday. But oh the jealousy I have that every day of the week is a play day for you. It’s just turning to be summer now and we have a lot of outdoor playtime ahead!
Love, Dad