Dear Caden,
Today, as all good mothers do, I challenged you to lick your elbow. Forty three minutes later you are still doing your best to conquer the unattainable. I pray that you try to meet all of life's challenges with such vigor and enthusiasm. At the very least, it will provide much entertainment to all involved.
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Starry Cheeks
Dear Caden,
We are playing with your toys and you are zooming your spiderman car everywhere when suddenly you stop to sit and curl yourself into my lap. You place your hands on both sides of my face and look squarely in my eyes. "I love you momma. Look! You have stars on your cheeks!" (my face lotion has a shimmer) My heart is mush, I am loving this moment.
Then you lick me. "I want stars on my tongue!" My cheeks are mush, yet in a gross way, I am still loving this moment. But you are disgusting.
Love,
Mommy
We are playing with your toys and you are zooming your spiderman car everywhere when suddenly you stop to sit and curl yourself into my lap. You place your hands on both sides of my face and look squarely in my eyes. "I love you momma. Look! You have stars on your cheeks!" (my face lotion has a shimmer) My heart is mush, I am loving this moment.
Then you lick me. "I want stars on my tongue!" My cheeks are mush, yet in a gross way, I am still loving this moment. But you are disgusting.
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Shadow Bamming
Dear Caden,
If it prolongs you from going to bed then you are all over it. Tonight you seemed to be fascinated with your shadow. Of course, shadows are nothing new to you however, tonight you had to show me the shadow to everything. Daddy's shadow, Mommy's shadow, Jacob's shadow, your tongue's shadow and of course, your booger's shadow. You then proceed to tell me that your shadow is too big and you must "BAM!" it to make it small enough to fit in your pocket. After about 5 minutes of you bamming, you felt it was finally small enough, but then you realized your jammies didn't have pockets. Thankfully I was able to convince you that you could safe keep it in your sock which then led to you showing me your sock's shadow, your toe's shadow. . .
Love,
Mommy
If it prolongs you from going to bed then you are all over it. Tonight you seemed to be fascinated with your shadow. Of course, shadows are nothing new to you however, tonight you had to show me the shadow to everything. Daddy's shadow, Mommy's shadow, Jacob's shadow, your tongue's shadow and of course, your booger's shadow. You then proceed to tell me that your shadow is too big and you must "BAM!" it to make it small enough to fit in your pocket. After about 5 minutes of you bamming, you felt it was finally small enough, but then you realized your jammies didn't have pockets. Thankfully I was able to convince you that you could safe keep it in your sock which then led to you showing me your sock's shadow, your toe's shadow. . .
Love,
Mommy
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| Caden "Bamming" his shadow |
Monday, February 10, 2014
Ceiling Socks
Dear Caden,
Tonight you asked if Daddy would help you touch the ceiling. He gets you situated so he can hoist you up and you suddenly pipe up, "Wait! Daddy! My socks help me do it."
Thinking you were telling us that your socks would help you 'fly' to touch the ceiling, we said, "You bet they will."
Daddy relifts you up in the air and suddenly your little leg shoots out as if doing a karate kick just to touch the ceiling.
Oh, but of course! Because no one uses their hands to touch the ceiling anymore, that's too easy. It must be done with the super sock.
Love,
Mommy
Tonight you asked if Daddy would help you touch the ceiling. He gets you situated so he can hoist you up and you suddenly pipe up, "Wait! Daddy! My socks help me do it."
Thinking you were telling us that your socks would help you 'fly' to touch the ceiling, we said, "You bet they will."
Daddy relifts you up in the air and suddenly your little leg shoots out as if doing a karate kick just to touch the ceiling.
Oh, but of course! Because no one uses their hands to touch the ceiling anymore, that's too easy. It must be done with the super sock.
Love,
Mommy
Meatball Thighs
Dear Jacob,
Caden must've been on to something the other night. Considering you have a good chunk of Italian heritage in you and you are quite the chunky monkey, "Meatball" seems to be the perfect nickname. Oh those thighs....
Love,
Mommy
Caden must've been on to something the other night. Considering you have a good chunk of Italian heritage in you and you are quite the chunky monkey, "Meatball" seems to be the perfect nickname. Oh those thighs....
Love,
Mommy
Friday, February 7, 2014
My Meatball
Dear Caden,
Jacob is sitting in the middle of the floor, wide eyed and watching your every move. You bounce from one toy to another, skipping and laughing. Every once in awhile you will pause to plant a kiss on Jacob's fuzzy head which elicits a squeal of delight from him. You watch over him carefully, choosing from the mass of toys in your playroom to find the perfect toy in which you find acceptable to allow him to bathe in slobber. You sit down beside him to show him how to roll the truck back and forth. Jacob is elated and his face shows his adoration for you. You decide that he needs to move so you try and pick him up. Much to your dismay, you state he's too heavy and that, "You (Mommy) do it." I move him to your desired spot and you say, "Me hold him now." You wrap you arms around him and pretend to "eat" him. "You yummy, Jacob! You my meatball."
Now I am hungry.
Love,
Mommy
Jacob is sitting in the middle of the floor, wide eyed and watching your every move. You bounce from one toy to another, skipping and laughing. Every once in awhile you will pause to plant a kiss on Jacob's fuzzy head which elicits a squeal of delight from him. You watch over him carefully, choosing from the mass of toys in your playroom to find the perfect toy in which you find acceptable to allow him to bathe in slobber. You sit down beside him to show him how to roll the truck back and forth. Jacob is elated and his face shows his adoration for you. You decide that he needs to move so you try and pick him up. Much to your dismay, you state he's too heavy and that, "You (Mommy) do it." I move him to your desired spot and you say, "Me hold him now." You wrap you arms around him and pretend to "eat" him. "You yummy, Jacob! You my meatball."
Now I am hungry.
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Fuzzy Teeth
Dear Caden,
I will be completely honest. I was exhausted and ready for you to go to bed. You were extremely busy and into everything, and being tired didn't seem to help your mood either. We quickly read your nighttime books and I took you to use the potty. I diverted your attention away from brushing your teeth because I knew it would be another 10 minutes before you would be tucked into bed. Terrible, I know. I get you into bed and we say our prayers. As I lean down to give you a kiss you look up at me and say, "Momma, me have fuzzy teeth and dragon breath. Me no like it." Guilt trip worked, we are now back in the bathroom brushing your fuzzy teeth while you hum your ABC's.
Love,
Mommy
I will be completely honest. I was exhausted and ready for you to go to bed. You were extremely busy and into everything, and being tired didn't seem to help your mood either. We quickly read your nighttime books and I took you to use the potty. I diverted your attention away from brushing your teeth because I knew it would be another 10 minutes before you would be tucked into bed. Terrible, I know. I get you into bed and we say our prayers. As I lean down to give you a kiss you look up at me and say, "Momma, me have fuzzy teeth and dragon breath. Me no like it." Guilt trip worked, we are now back in the bathroom brushing your fuzzy teeth while you hum your ABC's.
Love,
Mommy
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