Dear Wren,
What the what?!! You are seven months already. Boy, does the third baby age quickly. Before I know it, you will be fighting with Daddy about whether your outfits are too revealing or not. You might as well give up on that, by the way. By the time he gets to you, he will be an old pro at sending girls back upstairs to change because he will have already been doing it for your two older sisters. Speaking of your sisters, they still never fail to make you smile and laugh. Rosie loves hugging you and holding your face while telling you to look at her. (Why? I don’t know. Toddlers are mysterious.)