Dear Shea,
I know girls are into pink and what not, but getting your eye "pink" was taking it a little too far.... especially because it clashes with your flower girl dress for the wedding this weekend.
That said, you were awfully sweet this morning, swollen shut crusty eye and all.
I love you pink wink
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Letter 3
Dear Shea,
Today you started to walk. Well. Not exactly. Not unless there is heavy emphasis on "started". But, you did stretch the appropriate foot in front of you and successfully travel forward (almost across the whole living room). All I did was hold your hands for support. You looked adorable as you glanced over your shoulder at Lincoln, beaming as if on a promenade. The last 8 months have gone by so fast and you're growing up just as quickly. You've certainly been getting adequate beauty sleep during that time because each day you are more and more lovely.
Strolling Shea, I love you.
Today you started to walk. Well. Not exactly. Not unless there is heavy emphasis on "started". But, you did stretch the appropriate foot in front of you and successfully travel forward (almost across the whole living room). All I did was hold your hands for support. You looked adorable as you glanced over your shoulder at Lincoln, beaming as if on a promenade. The last 8 months have gone by so fast and you're growing up just as quickly. You've certainly been getting adequate beauty sleep during that time because each day you are more and more lovely.
Strolling Shea, I love you.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Letter 2
Dear Lincoln,
You hate. hate. getting your hair cut. It's really quite obnoxious. With your uncle's wedding coming up this weekend, I've been trying to get the mop on your head tamed but oh' have you made it difficult. Today, while giving you your bath I sent you on a search for all your colored "fishies". You thought it was a fun game, but, I admit it was just a ploy to keep you busy and distracted while I trimmed the hair around your ears. (Proudly)It worked! I think you may have caught on after I left the bathroom because amongst all your splashing I heard you say, "no hair cut!"
I love you tame mane
Friday, May 21, 2010
Letter 1
Dear Lincoln,
I have thought about the different ways that I would start this blog. Considered the explanation I would give for it's purpose; figured I would explain it's use for the future, etc. Only, right now, 15 minutes before you're suppose to be awake from your nap, I can hear you playing your harmonica. You know you're not suppose to get out of your toddler bed, until mommy or papa come get you, so I picture you reaching out to your toy box, carefully, so as not to touch the ground. Or perhaps, you did get out of bed, with a little fright, and then ran back to your honorable place. Either way, it makes me laugh. And. It reminds me of why I wanted to write you.
These are precious memories that will get lost amongst all the other million cute things you do.
I will try to write you often. You and your sister. I love you
I have thought about the different ways that I would start this blog. Considered the explanation I would give for it's purpose; figured I would explain it's use for the future, etc. Only, right now, 15 minutes before you're suppose to be awake from your nap, I can hear you playing your harmonica. You know you're not suppose to get out of your toddler bed, until mommy or papa come get you, so I picture you reaching out to your toy box, carefully, so as not to touch the ground. Or perhaps, you did get out of bed, with a little fright, and then ran back to your honorable place. Either way, it makes me laugh. And. It reminds me of why I wanted to write you.
These are precious memories that will get lost amongst all the other million cute things you do.
I will try to write you often. You and your sister. I love you
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