Babies now-a-days have it so good.

Back when I was born, babies were lucky to have a rattle, a scuffed up pair of leather shoes and an old tin cup.

We didn’t have all this highfalutin’ paraphernalia.

No siree, we got by with a few boxes and an imagination.

(Do I sound like a grandma yet?)

Actually, I can’t wait to spoil these sweet peas.

(There.  Now I do sound like a grandma.)

Oh, hurry and come.

I long to call you both by name.