Dear Caden,
While I realize that your 'New World Order' may be that of chaos, please understand that Mommy will regain order. I do know this may take 18+ years, but trust me, it will happen. Plus, Mommy is the keeper of the waffles.
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Dinglehopper
Dear Caden,
The purpose of a fork is to take food from your plate and transport it to your mouth. It is not 1) to be used as a drum, no matter how awesome a beat you can make or 2) to be used as a hairbrush, no matter what Ariel the mermaid may have told you. It is not a dinglehopper. You may carry on with dinner.
Love,
Mommy
The purpose of a fork is to take food from your plate and transport it to your mouth. It is not 1) to be used as a drum, no matter how awesome a beat you can make or 2) to be used as a hairbrush, no matter what Ariel the mermaid may have told you. It is not a dinglehopper. You may carry on with dinner.
Love,
Mommy
Friday, September 28, 2012
Bubble Mountain
Dear Caden,
You decide that your bathtub isn't good enough. You must bathe in Mommy's tub, it is way more fun with the jets. Daddy puts you in the tub while I decide to clean the rest of the bathroom. I hear you play with your duckies and turn on the jets. Suddenly you squeal and I quickly turn to look, but all can see are bubbles. EVERYWHERE. Spilling over the side of our tub onto the floor. You are completely hidden in this mountain of bubbles and I see your small hand waving at me frantically. Perhaps next time Daddy should let me know that he put bubble bath in before you turn on the jets. And Daddy, you should put about a capful of bubbles in, not 1/2 cup, and yes, directions are on the back of the bottle. You get to clean up this mess.
Love,
Mommy
You decide that your bathtub isn't good enough. You must bathe in Mommy's tub, it is way more fun with the jets. Daddy puts you in the tub while I decide to clean the rest of the bathroom. I hear you play with your duckies and turn on the jets. Suddenly you squeal and I quickly turn to look, but all can see are bubbles. EVERYWHERE. Spilling over the side of our tub onto the floor. You are completely hidden in this mountain of bubbles and I see your small hand waving at me frantically. Perhaps next time Daddy should let me know that he put bubble bath in before you turn on the jets. And Daddy, you should put about a capful of bubbles in, not 1/2 cup, and yes, directions are on the back of the bottle. You get to clean up this mess.
Love,
Mommy
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