The Wrigley Newton

Big Brother Material

Dear friends,

This spring, I had a very serious conversation with Mom and Dad. I have been part of the family for almost two years now, and I was ready for more responsibility. Now granted, I have had a little trouble with putting my toys away like Mom tried to train me, but I have perfected couch cuddling and all-day house defense. I was ready for the next step – to be a big brother.

Now don’t think I jumped into this on a whim. I am my Dad’s doggie. I did my research. I have scouted out my friend Jordan’s brother, Mac; played long days with my cousins; and read What to Expect When You Are Expecting. There is crying, tail tugging, ear pinching, and sleepiness, but I still believe I am up to the task.

Mom and Dad appreciated my opinion, but it was their home too. They weighed the options and planned for the future. So guess my surprise when we returned home from family vacation and got the news – my sibling is on the way! We had to keep it a secret at first, but now I am howling it from the rooftops, “Wrigley Newton is going to be a big brother!”

I know that things like this don’t happen right away. I won’t know if I am having a brother or sister until October, and the baby won’t be here until March – six whole months away. I can’t wait to keep you all updated here on the blog while we all get ready for the new member of the Newton family.

If you see my mom, she needs a hug; she is still nauseous and sleepy. If you see my dad, give him a high five, because he is super-stoked. And if we happen to bump into each other on a Lenox Village walk, I am always up for a congratulatory belly rub (for me of course, not Mom). Most of all, keep us in your prayers. Because in the end, my parents are planners, and even though they planned for this, there is no planning for what’s to come.

Sloppy drool and never-ending basset belly rubs,
Wrigley (and Allen, Stephanie, and the little fig)

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