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

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

Caden "Bamming" his shadow

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