Letter 42

Dear Shea,
Sweetie, you are a foodaholic. I'm pretty sure your dreams look something like a Katy Perry music video and it's starting to show in your waist line. Tonight, we had spaghetti for dinner (a favorite when Papa is at school for the evening... since it's not his favorite). I can always count on you eating your weight in whole grain noodles, but tonight you out did yourself. Ha!
I wasn't planning on writing you a letter about this, but I was inspired after revisiting your high chair. Having got you and Linc cleaned up and ready for bed, picked up the living room and packed another box for the move (That's right! We move in less than a week to our new place- more on that later, I'm sure), I finally made it back into the kitchen and started laughing when I stood over your seat. I had completely forgotten about your diaper in the high chair. Yup. diaper. When you finally declared that your belly was full and let me know with the flick of your wrist in the air (gotta love sign language with a toddler who won't/can't talk!), I found that you had stuffed your diaper with food. Talk about a to-go box!


I love you Shea... and your confetti spaghetti.

Letter 41

Dear Lincoln and Shea,
A week ago (oh my! Has it really been a week already?!), we enjoyed our annual tradition of knocking on neighbors doors and asking them for candy. That's right, Halloween. It's strange how strangers will just open their door and give you candy. For FREE. It's also kinda sad that you always get candy. What if it was normal to get either a "trick" or a "treat"? Actually, don't think about that; there would be groups of kids screaming on some small porch because they were denied their fun size sugar lump.
I love Halloween because, no surprise here, I love dressing up. It's fun being anything you want for a day! Although, it's not always something I want to be.... Papa and I have a tradition that started our first Halloween married. We decided to alternate each year on who would get to choose the costumes. The first year was kind of unanimous, since we both wanted to be Adam and Eve (though, it was technically my pick).

The second year, 2007, I had a big ol' belly and played the prego card, demanding that I get to pick the costumes, again (your papa is so good to me!). And, of course, it was only appropriate to go as the bun in the oven and the bun maker!


In 2008, Papa regained his rights to choosing the costumes, and this time he had the task of dressing a third body. So fun! We went as the CUBS CURSE. (Go White SOX!)
Pat was Steve Bartman, I went as the 1969 black cat that circled Ron Santo at Shea Stadium in 1969 (where the Cubs blew a nine game lead) (Side note: I love that this happened at Shea stadium... considering the following year we would have our own little SHEA!)



In 2009, I got the opportunity to dress our party of FOUR! Loving themed costumes, we went as the "Wizard of Oz" crew. Linc, you were my tin man, Shea my not-so-courageous lion (especially at only a month old), papa was our scarecrow (though he was too scared to actually join us. read: had to work) and I was Dorothy!


This year, 2010, we went as the NFC North. As in, their literal mascots. (Notice Papa always picks sports related themes???)
Pat was a "Meat Packer", Lincoln a "Lion", Shea a "Bear" and I was a "Viking". This year was one of my favorites because my little boos where able to enjoy it! Lincoln, you were walking/ running to the doors with your treat bag wide open. Shea, you wanted to walk (but let's face it sweetie, you are still slow and there was candy to be had) but were mostly content eating what candy you had picked up in the first three houses. Ha. The weather was perfect (50's) and we were with great company. All in all, a great day!



To both of my Halloween genes, I love you!