First Day

Dear Son,

Today you began pre-school. Where did the time go? Such a brave little man you were, head held high, no sign of worry to be found on your sweet face. You've looked forward to this moment for so very long, perhaps since you first hear the word 'school.' There was a brief pain in my heart, as I realized you were barely going to notice once I'd left . . . but it was quickly replaced by perfect joy.

Thank you beautiful boy, for being you.

I love you.

Bad Mommy!

Dear Son,

It's been far too long since my last letter. No excuses here, just the facts darlin'.
We celebrated a Happy Easter and made a trip to the coast. You said lots of amusing phrases, including 'Mommy!! I hear me talking in the air' [upon hearing your echo for the first time] and 'girls don't stand up to go potty. only me and grandpa stand up.'
There are others, countless others, mind you - but those two stand out at the moment.
Speaking of potty - you've managed to master that since the last letter, and speaking of letter[s], you can now write the first two of your name.

You LOVE your name, by the way.

And so do I, Son.

But never near as much . . . as I love you.

My . . . you are beautiful.

Beautiful Boy Turns 3

Happy Birthday Son....


(4/4/09)

From the Mouths of Babes (Take 361)

As overheard said by you to another little boy on the playground:

"You've sure got some fuzzy hair.... hey! You've got some fuzzy hair!!"

Snow in March . . .

Dear Son,

You finally experienced your first snowfall. If I remember correctly, it snowed here one other time since your little life began, but you were less than a year old, and certainly couldn't get into it, so that doesn't really count. You commented on how pretty it was, but once you realized you couldn't ski [yes], you were a little disillusioned, I believe. Yet and still, you managed to enjoy yourself.

You MUST Think I'm Not Very Bright . . .

Dear Son,

And so your fascination with all things locomotive continues - about which, mind you, I am not complaining . . . as I have so much invested in them at this point. The following is an excerpt from a conversation we shared this morning.

Y: "Mommy Look!! Mickey Mouse is standing on the tracks!!"
M: "Yes . . . Yes he is Son! What is he doing there?"
Y: [With such a look of pity at me] "He's waiting for the train, MOMMY."
M: "Oh, of course . . . "


I love you....
[And luckily, you love me, too.]

Happy Valentines Day

...not sure about that pose, Son.


I love you Valentine!!

My Little Sick Man

 


Dear Son,

We have been incredibly fortunate and blessed in that in your almost three years, you've never really been sick. Until now. A nasty bug has wiped you out. You've been right here all day - and refuse to take off the hat!!!

Get well, Little Man...

I love you!

Ladies and Gentlemen, I Give You:

The Dancing Machine





[ Sorry for getting you in the shot Gram . . . but I couldn't miss those moves!]

A New Day has Come....

Dear Son,








You can be ANYTHING.


I Love You

And the World Will Now Be Yours

... overheard you in conversation with your grandmother:

"You're a Super Duper Gramma!"

Well, I Asked....

And now, and excerpt from a conversation this morning:

M: Are you hungry?
Son: Yes! I'm hungry.
M: What would you like for breakfast?
S: A Thomas the Train Cake!
M: Grrreat. I'll get right on that.

Happy New Year, Growing Boy