Letters to My Children

of toothy grins

of toothy grins

Dear Mary Katey, If I’d have known how well you would sleep in the crib with bumper pads, I’d have bought a toddler bed for your sister long ago.  The adorable crib you were using had solid ends, and so we couldn’t tie our bumper pads in it.  Consequently, since you like to sleep horizontally…

The Red “Babboon”

The Red “Babboon”

Dear Ruth Ann, On Saturday, you went to your very first parade.  You were in awe of the fire trucks and sirens.  You adored the little cars.  You were mesmerized by the horses. But what made your day was the red “babboon.”  You’ve been talking for months about how you wanted a balloon for your…

Oh, RuRu!

RuRu girl, You amaze us.  You’re always coming up with something new. The birdies outside your window?  “Thewyre sayin’ ‘we wuv you Wuth Ann’”. You are thrilled by your new bird feeder that you can see from your bedroom window.  If you and Daddy saw a black bird that morning, then every bird is a…

Hair Cuts & Sweeping

Dear Ru, I cut your daddy’s hair this morning.  You sat and watched in rapt attention.  “When I get big, I cut my hair?” “No, honey, you have pretty hair, you don’t need to cut it.” “Mommy cut her hair.” “Yes, because Mommy’s silly.” “She got you, Mommy,” laughed the man in the chair. When…

Mommy Time

Ru girl, You had to get down from the high chair to go potty Sunday night during dinner.  When you got back, you wanted up on Mommy’s lap instead of back in your high chair.  “Do you need some Mommy time?” I asked. You emphatically agreed.  And even when little sister loudly let us know…

little one…

Dear Little One, It’s so much fun to wake up in the morning to your somersaults in my tummy.  I’d forgotten how active you little people are first thing in the morning.  But it makes up for waking up early to feel your Morse Code “I Love You, Mom.” Your big sister is so excited…

To my baby

Friday, January 9, 2009, 12:20 p.m. Dear Littlest One, It’s seems I’ve known you were there almost since your conception.  As I held your little second cousin Weston over New Year’s, I savored the smell of baby skin, of holding a little one once again.  When your daddy gave me that look, I smiled back,…

seven years…

My dearest little Pumpkin, I wish Mommy had brought her camera with her tonight.  And yet, the camera lens would only have captured the cute little redheaded baby girl eating tortilla chips at the Mexican restaurant.  The camera might have caught her daddy and mommy sitting next to her.  But it wouldn’t have been able…

The End.

The End.