Showing posts with label #holidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #holidays. Show all posts

Monday, November 28, 2011

No Sleep for Penguins

Dear LittleDude,

When you go to school tomorrow, I will go buy a separate timer for the inflatable penguin, polar bear, and Christmas tree in the front yard. Then I will program it so that your penguin wakes up at 6am (in case you wake up early) and go back to sleep at 10:30 when the other snowmen and snowflakes go back to sleep. That way, you do not have to run into the kitchen, crying hysterically,  and cry, "Penguin! Penguin, Mama! What happened? Wake up! Pin-gwiiiiiiin!!!!" while you drag me to the front door.

I love you.
Love, Mommy

Thursday, November 24, 2011

You Might Be Adopted

Dear LittleDude,

You just turned down a piece of my should-be-famous Chocolate Chip Pecan pie in favor of a Chips Ahoy cookie. Obviously, we need to work on this.

I love you.
Love, Mommy

Friday, October 28, 2011

Trick or Treat!

Dear LittleDude,

Today we celebrated your first Halloween with Daddy home! You didn't want to wear the hood of your penguin costume, but we didn't mind. We were just happy to finally celebrate Halloween and go trick-or-treating as a complete family.

PawPaw, Lulu (the pink skeleton), and Gammoo came along, but Gammoo had to wait at the magic show near the entrance because her broken foot hurt too much to walk all the hills at the zoo. You seemed to have fun watching all the other kids in their costumes, playing the with the light-up bats I bought for you and Lulu, and holding out your bag for all the people to fill with candy, but you never said "Trick or treat" until we got back into the car and started driving away! (We'll work on the timing for next year.) It's okay, though. You did point out the water (because you wanted to go swimming), the ducks, a llama, the rhino, and the hippo. We didn't know that you knew how to say llama, rhino, and hippopotamus!

After trick-or-treating, we ate at Bob Evans. You were so hungry that the waitress had to bring you biscuit because you tried to steal one off a nearby table! Then, of course, you refused to eat your chicken strips and decided to sit under the table and play. I think it must be kind of a like fort under there. If that's the case, can I join you next time? I like forts!

I love you.
Love, Mommy