Dear LittleDude,
You have been Daddy's little boy today. You did go grocery shopping with me this morning, but you talked about Daddy the entire time, and as soon as we got home, you decided it was time to wake Daddy up so he could play. You spent the rest of the morning playing outside with Daddy, you sat with Daddy at lunch, you woke from your nap asking for Daddy, you spent the entire afternoon playing with Daddy, and you decided to share your bedtime snack with Daddy (but NOT Mommy).
Yes, I think it's safe to say that you've missed your daddy for the past several weeks.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Daddy's Home!
Dear LittleDude,
Daddy came home while you were sleeping last night. When you woke up this morning, he asked if he could be the one to get you out of bed. I stayed in our bedroom, and as soon as he walked into your room, I heard an excited, "Daddy!" followed by a string of chatter that was so rapid I couldn't understand what you were saying. But the point was clear: a Daddy homecoming is the best wake-up a kid could ever wish for.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
Daddy came home while you were sleeping last night. When you woke up this morning, he asked if he could be the one to get you out of bed. I stayed in our bedroom, and as soon as he walked into your room, I heard an excited, "Daddy!" followed by a string of chatter that was so rapid I couldn't understand what you were saying. But the point was clear: a Daddy homecoming is the best wake-up a kid could ever wish for.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
Sunday, February 19, 2012
PBS Weekends
Dear LittleDude,
It thrills me that you adore British drama on PBS. For now, I'm sure you're actually more fascinated with the accent than anything else, but I hope it will develop into a lifelong love of language, theater, cinema, and music.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
It thrills me that you adore British drama on PBS. For now, I'm sure you're actually more fascinated with the accent than anything else, but I hope it will develop into a lifelong love of language, theater, cinema, and music.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Adventures in Packing
Dear LittleDude,
I appreciate your help with the packing, but my phone really doesn't need to be packed. Especially in a big box of things that have been wrapped in bubble wrap. That stuff muffles sound, you know.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
I appreciate your help with the packing, but my phone really doesn't need to be packed. Especially in a big box of things that have been wrapped in bubble wrap. That stuff muffles sound, you know.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Mini-Me
Dear LittleDude,
It is not okay to slap my hand and tell me, "No, no, no!" Yes, I know we do that to the dog when he tries to steal your food. Yes, I know I have done it to you once or twice when you've been in danger of hurting yourself and didn't listen to a simple "No." And, yes, I know I burst into laughter when you did it to me. But if I tell you that you're not allowed to climb up onto the closet shelves and then block your path when you insist on trying to do it anyway, it's really not okay to slap my hand and tell me no -- even if your impression of me is the cutest thing ever.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
It is not okay to slap my hand and tell me, "No, no, no!" Yes, I know we do that to the dog when he tries to steal your food. Yes, I know I have done it to you once or twice when you've been in danger of hurting yourself and didn't listen to a simple "No." And, yes, I know I burst into laughter when you did it to me. But if I tell you that you're not allowed to climb up onto the closet shelves and then block your path when you insist on trying to do it anyway, it's really not okay to slap my hand and tell me no -- even if your impression of me is the cutest thing ever.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Little Monet
Dear LittleDude,
It seems like you're becoming a little artist. Suddenly, you've decided you like crayons almost as much as your trains. (Okay, maybe that's stretching it a bit, but there has still been a big spike in crayon usage around here.)
This evening while I was icing my knee after a tough workout, you were sitting on the floor drawing, and for about ten minutes, you worked very diligently on one drawing. Finally, you brought it to me and exclaimed, "Look, Mama! It's Diesel!" To be honest, you aren't quite skilled enough with crayons for me to have recognized the drawing as anything without the explanation, but considering that you're two years old and were presenting me with your very first non-abstract work of art, "color" me impressed.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
It seems like you're becoming a little artist. Suddenly, you've decided you like crayons almost as much as your trains. (Okay, maybe that's stretching it a bit, but there has still been a big spike in crayon usage around here.)
This evening while I was icing my knee after a tough workout, you were sitting on the floor drawing, and for about ten minutes, you worked very diligently on one drawing. Finally, you brought it to me and exclaimed, "Look, Mama! It's Diesel!" To be honest, you aren't quite skilled enough with crayons for me to have recognized the drawing as anything without the explanation, but considering that you're two years old and were presenting me with your very first non-abstract work of art, "color" me impressed.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
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