Variety is the spice of life...

...unless you are me and you are writing Josh's birthmom each month with updates. In our agreement that we signed with Josh's birthmom, D, and the agency, we agreed to write one letter each month for six months, and then one letter each year until Josh turns 18. We also agreed to send pictures with each letter. I called the agency today to see if D has requested any of the letters we've sent (we send the letters to the agency, who holds them until they are requested). She hasn't. I hadn't expected that she would. In fact, I'm guessing that all the letters and pictures will sit in that filing cabinet for quite some time, if they're ever even picked up at all. And that's just fine with me. We're keeping our end of the deal and that's all that matters. I had a great suggestion from another friend and adoptive mom, Bek. She suggested that I could write each letter just to Josh, instead of to D, in a journal type format. That's exactly what I've been doing and I think it's worked out just fine. Except. Except...Josh just barely turned 3 months. Yes, he's got much more of a personality every week, but let's face it. He's three months. Not a ton of new stuff happening in Josh-land. I put myself in D's shoes and try to figure out what she'd want to know - how much is he eating, how much does he weigh, does he laugh and talk and smile and like his family or a particular toy or book - that kind of stuff. I get into as many details as I possibly can, but I tell you - it's not always easy! These mommy-bloggers that write pages and pages for their kids birthday each month when the kids are this young...huh? I've even seen moms do it weekly - not just monthly. Whoa. Dear Josh, You eat well. You're fat. You're healthy. You're happy. We love you. The end. Love, Mom and Dad P.S. The adorableness is overwhelming. And those cheeks? Delicious.