I'm sorry you were displeased at the molasses speed at which the Taco John's drive through guy was operating. Really, dude, I'm sorry, and I get it, because even mama was starting to wonder if he'd gone off to a field to pick the potatoes for the potato oles or something, and cursing your daddy under my breath for sending me to make this lunch run with two kids in tow when all I really wanted was a Mountain Dew. But you know what? Screaming "GO PLEASE GO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GO MAMA GO!" isn't really going to make this process move any faster for any of us. You know what else won't make us move faster? You removing your boots and chucking them at the back of my head. I mean, really. Ten cool points lost, homeboy. However, you're gaining back those cool points by continuing to sleep long past the anticipated 2pm nap wake up time, so keep it up. You sleep until 3, and we'll call this day even AND break out the watercolor paints this afternoon. Oh, and smooching your sister like this (as opposed to scratching her on the head/shoving her when she touches your toys)? Surefire way to gain mucho points as well. So. Sweet.
How cute are you in the new skirt my crafty new friend Katie made you? Um, SO cute. As if we didn't already like Katie a whole lot .... this skirt making/crafting thing she does seals the deal. Especially since we're a bajillion miles away from my other crafty-things-making friend, Sara. Anyway, Vivi? You are so cute I want to squeeze you. And I don't know what it is about turning one, but it totally made a little girl out of you. Like before nap time when I caught you pulling your baby doll out of the play oven (who put her there? Mystery!) and giving her a big smooch and a back pat? Or how this morning when the cat meowed at you and raised a warning paw, you laughed in his face and meowed back? Sweetness.
Are you spring or are you winter? Kindly make up your mind. I don't actually care that much which one you want to be, but just make up your mind and be ONE thing so I don't go to the Y in leggings and a hoodie and get out of my car to discover it's like 20 degrees and rather Decemberish.
You are my favorite thing EVER. You're the wind beneath my wings. I think if I enjoyed you any more it might actually be problematic.
Dear Noise I Heard In The Woods Last Night,
Thank you for ending up being a neighbor's muffler exploding (whatever that means), and not, say, a gunshot from a mass murderer like I once feared. And by feared I mean I was shaking and crying and about to crawl under the bed and call 911 before my husband talked me out of it because I guess gunshots in the woods aren't all that strange? (Really?) I'm new to this whole 'country living' thing and the city girl in me is conditioned to believe gunshot noises in the night mean the cops should be called because someone's dead. Anyway, I'm really glad you were a false alarm and not a mass murderer.