Dear Caden,
Sometimes I work really long hours as a nurse and for this I am sorry. I miss you and your brother terribly while I am away. I often try and think of all people I helped and I just hope that what I did put a smile on one person's face. Tonight, I walk through our front door and you run to me at full speed nearly knocking me over and squeeze me super tight.
"Momma! Where were you?!"
"I was at work, sweetheart. "
I see your furrowed brows release and your clouded face clear up. You let out a huge sigh of relief and smile really big, hugging me tighter.
"Thank goodness! I thought you were in jail!"
"Nope. Not this time."
Love,
Mommy
Friday, June 24, 2016
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
I Call Her Baby
Dear Jacob,
It has come to my recent attention that you were loving all over a cute little girl in your classroom.
When I asked you about her, you responded with, " I have a 'gurlfren' "
"You have a girlfriend?!"
"I have three."
"What's her/their name?"
"I call her Baby."
"You're a stud muffin."
"Muffin? I wanna a muffin!"
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Reflections of Neverland
Dear Jacob,
The end of the day is drawing near and you are helping pick up the playroom. All of a sudden you start squealing with excitement, jumping up and down and pointing.
"What is it, Jacob?! Are you ok?!"
"Look, Momma! Loooook!!!!"
Suddenly I see a small reflection of light twinkle on the wall. You can hardly contain your excitement and you begin dancing.
"Tinkerbell, Momma! It's Tinkerbell!"
I hope you always find a piece of Neverland in your life and that you always believe in Magic.
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Monday, January 18, 2016
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Mud Pies!
Dear Jacob,
You love to run at insane speeds, jump off things (higher the better), squeal until your voice goes out, irritate the snot out of your brother by chasing after him to toot on him, laugh until you get the hiccups and eat. Oh boy, do you love to eat.
You pretty much will eat anything that is not faster than you are. You definitely have a healthy appetite and will usually request 2nds or 3rds during meals.
One of your 'chores' is to assist with cleaning up after meals. This includes taking your cup and plate to the sink and picking up any foods that may have fallen onto the floor during mealtime. You can frequently be seen eating said food that has fallen on the floor. I just try to convince myself that the attached extra germs are good for your immune system. So far you haven't contracted cholera, so I think I am okay.
You are a bottomless pit and will eat 24/7 given the chance. I typically oblige this and feed you equivalent to what a teenage boy eats. This fact makes me terribly afraid for when you are truly a teenager. I am currently accepting donations.
I received an interesting note from your sweet teacher today. Apparently, your tapeworm got the best of you while you were playing outside and you indulged yourself with what must've been a deliciously gritty and very dirty mud pie. I am told that many of your classmates joined in your celebration and had their own delicious mud pie. I am not sure what initially sparked your hunger pains, but I promise to try and feed you a more filling breakfast before sending you out of the house. I am just a bit saddened I didn't get a picture of you noshing on this mud pie.
Caden hit the nail on the head when he called you 'Meatball.' I love you my mud pie meatball.
Love,
Mommy
You love to run at insane speeds, jump off things (higher the better), squeal until your voice goes out, irritate the snot out of your brother by chasing after him to toot on him, laugh until you get the hiccups and eat. Oh boy, do you love to eat.
You pretty much will eat anything that is not faster than you are. You definitely have a healthy appetite and will usually request 2nds or 3rds during meals.
One of your 'chores' is to assist with cleaning up after meals. This includes taking your cup and plate to the sink and picking up any foods that may have fallen onto the floor during mealtime. You can frequently be seen eating said food that has fallen on the floor. I just try to convince myself that the attached extra germs are good for your immune system. So far you haven't contracted cholera, so I think I am okay.
You are a bottomless pit and will eat 24/7 given the chance. I typically oblige this and feed you equivalent to what a teenage boy eats. This fact makes me terribly afraid for when you are truly a teenager. I am currently accepting donations.
I received an interesting note from your sweet teacher today. Apparently, your tapeworm got the best of you while you were playing outside and you indulged yourself with what must've been a deliciously gritty and very dirty mud pie. I am told that many of your classmates joined in your celebration and had their own delicious mud pie. I am not sure what initially sparked your hunger pains, but I promise to try and feed you a more filling breakfast before sending you out of the house. I am just a bit saddened I didn't get a picture of you noshing on this mud pie.
Caden hit the nail on the head when he called you 'Meatball.' I love you my mud pie meatball.
Love,
Mommy
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| Noodles? Where? |
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| So this is ALL MINE?! I don't have to share?! |
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| This morning I ate 3 waffles, a bowl of cereal, a banana, a muffin and now I am polishing off this yogurt. I have the appetite of a future Linebacker |
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| Cleaning up under the table |
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| Cupcake? It wasn't me . . . |
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Mawsie
Dear Jacob,
This morning while getting you ready you insisted on taking a small yogurt drink for breakfast to school. I hesitantly agreed as 'No outside food or drinks' are allowed at your school. I figured it's easier to ask forgiveness rather than dealing with an early morning meltdown.
I buckle you up in your seat andask beg for you not to open it up in the car. It was way too early for you to become a deliciously, sticky yogurt covered toddler. Not surprisingly, halfway to school you tattle on yourself.
"Moooooommy! I open my yogurt!"
"Seriously?! Noooo....Jacob! Hand me your drink!"
You begin to tilt your drink precariously. I am convinced it's in an effort to taunt me.
"Jacob BE CAREFUL! Please hand it to me."
You grin and hand it to me, only to pull it back right as I reached out. You laugh hysterically. For being 2 yrs old, you sure are quick. The game is on.
"Jacob Daniel. Give me your yogurt right now! I am not playing with you. I am driving and don't want you to make a mess. Please hand it to me!"
You give me this amazing stink eye that any teenager would be proud of and begrudgingly hand it to me. I try not to snicker as your face crunches up into a scowl and your arms cross across your chest in a huff. And then I hear it.
"I'm gonna call Mawsie and she'll get my yogurt back."
Point Jacob. Blackmail suits you.
Love,
Mommy
This morning while getting you ready you insisted on taking a small yogurt drink for breakfast to school. I hesitantly agreed as 'No outside food or drinks' are allowed at your school. I figured it's easier to ask forgiveness rather than dealing with an early morning meltdown.
I buckle you up in your seat and
"Moooooommy! I open my yogurt!"
"Seriously?! Noooo....Jacob! Hand me your drink!"
You begin to tilt your drink precariously. I am convinced it's in an effort to taunt me.
"Jacob BE CAREFUL! Please hand it to me."
You grin and hand it to me, only to pull it back right as I reached out. You laugh hysterically. For being 2 yrs old, you sure are quick. The game is on.
"Jacob Daniel. Give me your yogurt right now! I am not playing with you. I am driving and don't want you to make a mess. Please hand it to me!"
You give me this amazing stink eye that any teenager would be proud of and begrudgingly hand it to me. I try not to snicker as your face crunches up into a scowl and your arms cross across your chest in a huff. And then I hear it.
"I'm gonna call Mawsie and she'll get my yogurt back."
Point Jacob. Blackmail suits you.
Love,
Mommy
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