Three Days Old! Well...Sort of

Hellooooo everyone! Thank you for coming. Hard to believe I was due to arrive just three days ago, but I'm already five weeks old! Happy Tax Day too. The one day when Mom and Dad say it is actually better to receive than give.

Speaking of taxing...Here's me letting the family know there's a new sheriff in town. I'd tell you what my brother was thinking right here, but I'm not supposed to use bad words. He loves me though, because I heard Mom and Dad tell him he did.

I asked my Dad to sing me a little diddy to calm me down, you know, a little rock-a-by baby or twinkle twinkle or something. He said, "How 'bout some Carly Simon?" I said, " 70's again? Okay, but it better be good." And off he went,

"Sleep de-pri-vation, sleep de-pri-va--a--tion,

can't catch a break,

you're keeping me a-wa--a--a--a--ake again..."

Depri-what? I thought it was Anticipation, Dad. But he just said, "Goodnight little Piper Cub," and out I went. I didn't even feel that pesky fish nibbling on my head. It was nice of you to stop by and see me, hope you have a great day! -Piper j