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
Monday, February 10, 2014
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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