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Mommy here again…
This morning you slept until 8 am. Unbelievable because you are usually up by 7. Maybe you know that it is a lovely, rainy start to a holiday weekend and you are getting yourself ready.
Anyway, you came into my room and immediately looked at the bed and asked, “Where’s Daddy?”.
I told you that he had already left for work. You looked at me and said, “But I want to give him a kiss.”
So we decided to save the kiss until he gets home tonight.
This is mommy posting here…
Several times over the past week you have adamantly demanded a violin. With a bow. And you do not accept my claims to not have one to give you. I don’t know how you even know what a violin is, but you do, and you really, really want one. Too much PBS, I’m guessing.
So now I’m off to search Amazon to see if there might be a toy violin under the Christmas tree for you…
Dear Dadda,
I love you very, very much. I’m glad that you’re my dadda. I like watching the Dodgers with you. I like it when you sing with me before bedtime. I like it when you help me brush my teeth. I like to play in the pool with you. I like it when you help me pick out clothes for the day and that you let me wear any socks and shoes I want, whether they match or not. I like that when I wake up in the middle of the night you always come to make sure that I’m ok.
I made you a card and I tried to post a picture of it here, but I couldn’t figure out how to do it. I’m only 2, you know. Maybe you can help me do it later.
Happy Father’s Day. I love you.
Love,
Abby
Well, Abster, your daddy turns 30 today. I’ve been trying to get you to say Happy Birthday all day, but you won’t even try. You have been making him a card this morning so that will have to do.
So, for the both of us, I say Happy 30th Birthday, Ryan. We love you. Big Big.
I’m amazed at the word explosion you have had lately. But that’s the way it works, it seems. You will pick up a word here and there, but usually your word acquisition comes in bursts. All of a sudden you’ll have 5 or 6 new words out of the blue. Your latest words are: milk, pants, shirt, night-night, cookie, and cake. Oh, and my favorite: nice. As a descriptor for something that just happened. For example, you threw the ball at Grandma Janie’s house last night and then said, “nice”. Complimenting your own skillz (yes, with a z). Nice.
