Tuesday, March 03, 2009

To All the Big Sisters...Holla!

Good Evening! I have been dying to discuss this week's news. I have been called: Margaret, Maggie, Miss Rundell, Maggers, Mags, daughter, niece, cousin and granddaughter but I have never been called SISTER! Until now that is. It is true. I am going to be a sister. A big one. Apparently, there is a small person in my mom's belly. I know, I know, but trust me. My mom does not lie. I like to think of the baby like I think of God. I don't see it but I believe it. From what I understand, my sibling is floating around in there and having a party. It can't come out until we get it a bed. We haven't decided if I should have a brother or sister yet but I am pretty sure I can strong arm either one. If the baby does what I say, we will get along just fine. Of course, I have seen other babies and they don't understand everything is mine. I know my brother or sister will understand. We are going to build forts and make sculptures and play dress up. I have already planned our first few days. I am currently working on a comprehensive schedule. However, I must digress. I have some sad news this week. I was taken to the ER Sunday night after spending a glorious day in New Jersey playing with my cousins. I was getting out of the tub and I escaped! I started running. I was still wet and I slipped. I fell backwards and I started to cry but then I stopped. After that, my parents say my eyes rolled back and I went limp for a few seconds. We had to go to the hospital right away. I had fun there. I ran all over the waiting room and I even let other people play with my stuffed monkey. Eventually, they let me fall asleep and I am as good as new. I do apologize to my parents for scaring them. I was just having too much fun. Well, I must go practice my gymnastics moves for tomorrow. Until next week... -Maggie
This week: I made my first attempt at eating yogurt with a spoon, I wore a hat, I wore sunglasses, I got my ashes on Ash Wednesday and I played with my cousin Keira.