Life's the Pits

Dear Caden,

I give you a plum and you gleefully attack it, juice running freely down your chin. Mommy turns to wet a washcloth to clean the aftermath of your snack. "Mmmmm! Mommy! Mmmmm!" You inhaled that plum, it never had a chance. Apparently neither did the plum pit which is now in your tummy. According to google and the pediatrician, this is completely normal and ok. Your next diaper will be interesting.

Love,
Mommy

Tootsie Rolls

Dear Caden,

Upon entering the living room, I see you hunched over, poking something on the floor. "Tootsie Momma! Tootsie!" On closer inspection I see a disgusting hairball left so lovingly by one of our cats. I assume that hairballs and Tootsie Rolls do not taste similar, however please do not try to confirm this for Mommy. I will never again look at Tootsie Rolls the same.

Love,
Mommy

Dolphins

Dear Caden,

Every weekend we pick an animal and teach you all sorts of fun things about them. This weekend we read books, colored pictures, watched videos and ate sandwiches which Mommy cut in the shape of dolphins. I realize that imitation is the greatest form of flattery, however, keep in mind that you do not have a blow hole. There is no need to continuously take in mouthfuls of liquid and spray it E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E. Next week, we take on rhinos...this may prove to be interesting.

Love,
Mommy