Dear Lily, It's not that I don't love you...

It's because your the third child that we ran out of diapers. It is really as simple as that. With Owen I would never be caught without a diaper on hand. I even had a diaper bag that I carried with me everywhere I went. Luke, well I technically had a diaper bag that I could or could not have just depending upon how prepared I was. With you, my precious daughter well all that was not essential went straight out the window. But Monday was, I admit an all time low. Not even a diaper in the entire house, or the car. So sorry. But never fear! We had a old burp cloth that we used as our retro diaper while daddy rushed out to Costco (still can't imagine how disgusting life would have been without disposable diapers).

But just think of all the great things you've got that your older brothers didn't whenever you feel bad about being a wee bit white trash. Like them showing you how to be naughtier younger, getting to eat food off the kitchen/garage/patio floor or someone to push you down our steep driveway in a toy car that wasn't made for toddlers until you went crashing into the neighbors curb, and what about that time your brothers "helped" you into the dryer...you wouldn't have been able to do that by yourself. So, there you go, you've gotten a lot more excitement that they will never be able to experience at such a young young age.

One day when your older, you'll marvel at how your blessed mother kept you alive (hopefully face free from scars). Love you baby girl.

Had to put in this totally cute picture of Luke coming home from school the other day. He wears his big red hat just about everywhere he goes...