I've been on a 'Meema' kick lately. Everything is Meema this, Meema that. It was Papa for awhile but he's been placed on hold for just a moment while I'm into Meema. I run around the house with the phone in my hand yelling Meema. So, I call her and tell her funny things. It seems to be the same stories over and over. She doesn't mind though - that I do know! When mommy asks me to guess who's coming over, I also chant Meema. I used to chant Mimi, who is Scarlett's mom Meghan, who I happened to nickname Mimi for some crazy reason. Maybe because she has pretty blue eyes like Meema. For now, all I know is that Meema is the 'it' woman as she should be. There was a package on the door step the other day with my name on it. Wow, was that ever exciting. I ripped it open so quick and discovered two new pairs of PJ's. She rocks! I keep hearing that she'll be coming to my birthday party but can't count that high to keep track of the sleeps. I'm only up to 20 these days. I look forward to seeing her and eating those cookies she always bring with her. Meema, if you're reading this, you've got my heart on your sleeve.