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.
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