A Daily Dose of Splunder: More and more packages

Our little girl is extremely lucky to have so many family and friends that love her and love to spoil her rotten. Their love is directly proportionate to how much our mailman despises us. If you have ever seen a picture of or been lucky enough to drive up our driveway, then you'll understand why. Every single time someone sends us a package, our mailman (simultaneously cursing our existence) ventures up to our garage door, puts on his emergency brake, hoists himself out of his car (no traditional mail trucks in this town), and performs a packages balancing act as he ambles his way towards our front door, forever in fear of tumbling down the 60 degree embankment that we call our front lawn. Since about a month before this baby was due, the mailman has delivered at least five packages a week to our house. We probably owe him a new e brake for Christmas, but the traditional $20 will have to do. It's gotten to the point where I feel guilty if I order something online because I know it's just one more package he has to deliver to my doorstep. And as if the driveway wasn't bad enough, Gizmo is there to greet him with her incessant barking every day like clock work.

And I don't mean to sound ungrateful. In fact, you guys should keep those boxes coming! We love the home made blankets, hilarious infant hats, and bargain finds at the outlet stores. We fully understand that there is a diminishing window in Ginny's life where her wardrobe will consist of nothing that we bought her. We understand that her novelty is bound to wear off sooner or later so I am not about to let the comfort of my mailman stand in my way of enjoying the generosity of our family and friends.