Dear Lila,
You pretended to read a letter from GuhGaw today and said, "Dear Lila, Lila is booeyfull [beautiful]."
I agree!
Love,
Mom
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
No Privacy
Dear Lila,
You (calling out from down the hall): Mama!
Me: I'm in the bathroom.
You: Mama!
Me (shouting louder): I'm in the bathroom! I'll be right out!
You: Mama!
Me: In the bathroom! Wait a minute!
You (barging into my bathroom): What you doing?
Not peeing in peace, that's what.
Love,
Mom
You (calling out from down the hall): Mama!
Me: I'm in the bathroom.
You: Mama!
Me (shouting louder): I'm in the bathroom! I'll be right out!
You: Mama!
Me: In the bathroom! Wait a minute!
You (barging into my bathroom): What you doing?
Not peeing in peace, that's what.
Love,
Mom
Friday, February 19, 2016
Slow and Steady
Dear Lila,
I love your independence and self-efficiency, I really do, but when it's time for you to take a shower and GuhGaw is waiting so that I can help him with his shower after your shower and DiDi is starting to fuss in his crib and I just need you to get undressed, like, yesterday so that I can get all three of my kids cleaned, pajama'd, brushed and in bed but I can't because you say, "No, I can do it!" and insist on sitting down to slooooowly take off one sock, standing up to put it in the hamper, sitting down again to slooooowly take off the other sock, getting up to put that one in the hamper, plopping down yet again to slooooowly pull off your right pant leg before slooooowly pulling off your left pant leg and pushing me away when I attempt to assist you and make this painfully slow process go even a millisecond faster . . . OH DEAR GOD.
Love,
Mom
I love your independence and self-efficiency, I really do, but when it's time for you to take a shower and GuhGaw is waiting so that I can help him with his shower after your shower and DiDi is starting to fuss in his crib and I just need you to get undressed, like, yesterday so that I can get all three of my kids cleaned, pajama'd, brushed and in bed but I can't because you say, "No, I can do it!" and insist on sitting down to slooooowly take off one sock, standing up to put it in the hamper, sitting down again to slooooowly take off the other sock, getting up to put that one in the hamper, plopping down yet again to slooooowly pull off your right pant leg before slooooowly pulling off your left pant leg and pushing me away when I attempt to assist you and make this painfully slow process go even a millisecond faster . . . OH DEAR GOD.
Love,
Mom
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Pretend Mom
Dear Lila,
Yesterday, you were talking and then suddenly said, "Aww, I so cute. My voice so cute." Haha, yes it is!
Later, we were playing and you told me, "I baby. You pretend you my mom." Um, I don't have to pretend that!
Love,
Your actual mom
Yesterday, you were talking and then suddenly said, "Aww, I so cute. My voice so cute." Haha, yes it is!
Later, we were playing and you told me, "I baby. You pretend you my mom." Um, I don't have to pretend that!
Love,
Your actual mom
Monday, February 1, 2016
Awesome Big Sis
Dear Lila,
You always take such good care of your baby brother and I don't even have to ask you to do it. This afternoon, our hot water heater wasn't working and I was on the phone with the repairman, who was giving me instructions on how to fix it over the phone. My cell phone doesn't get any reception in the basement where the heater is so I had to stand in the living room to talk to the repairman on my phone, run downstairs to do what he told me to do, run back upstairs to tell him that the hot water still wasn't on, run downstairs again to try another thing, go upstairs to tell him that didn't work, either, etc. That alone was chaotic enough but DiDi was also in his high chair and crying at the top of his lungs because he wanted me to hold him. Witnessing the situation, you went over to DiDi and tried to calm him down by talking to him and giving him toys. At one point, you were shaking his ball rattle and when he kept crying, you shouted to me, "Ball not working! DiDi still crying!"
You weren't able to get DiDi to stop crying but I am so proud of you for trying to!
Love,
Mom
You always take such good care of your baby brother and I don't even have to ask you to do it. This afternoon, our hot water heater wasn't working and I was on the phone with the repairman, who was giving me instructions on how to fix it over the phone. My cell phone doesn't get any reception in the basement where the heater is so I had to stand in the living room to talk to the repairman on my phone, run downstairs to do what he told me to do, run back upstairs to tell him that the hot water still wasn't on, run downstairs again to try another thing, go upstairs to tell him that didn't work, either, etc. That alone was chaotic enough but DiDi was also in his high chair and crying at the top of his lungs because he wanted me to hold him. Witnessing the situation, you went over to DiDi and tried to calm him down by talking to him and giving him toys. At one point, you were shaking his ball rattle and when he kept crying, you shouted to me, "Ball not working! DiDi still crying!"
You weren't able to get DiDi to stop crying but I am so proud of you for trying to!
Love,
Mom
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Nighttime Wakings
Dear Lila,
You usually have no problem sleeping through the night (a trait you've had since babyhood) but you woke up screaming twice last night. The first time, you woke up yelling, "I want my stars! I want my stars!" (You have a turtle nightlight and ladybug nightlight that project stars onto your ceiling and they turn themselves off after about half an hour.) The second time, you ran into my room crying frantically, "I can't get back in bed!" Sheesh. Well, why did you get out of bed?
Love,
Mom
You usually have no problem sleeping through the night (a trait you've had since babyhood) but you woke up screaming twice last night. The first time, you woke up yelling, "I want my stars! I want my stars!" (You have a turtle nightlight and ladybug nightlight that project stars onto your ceiling and they turn themselves off after about half an hour.) The second time, you ran into my room crying frantically, "I can't get back in bed!" Sheesh. Well, why did you get out of bed?
Love,
Mom
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Let Her Eat Cake
Dear Lila,
We had your (belated) birthday party today at Park City Gymnastics, where you and your friends had fun playing with a giant parachute, chasing balloons and navigating obstacle courses where you had to jump on trampolines, walk across balance beams, climb ropes, somersault on padded mats and slide down a big inflatable slide. Since you were the birthday girl, you also got to put on the "flying belt" and soar through the air. All of these things did not make the biggest impression on you, though. After the party, I asked you what had been your favorite part. You replied, "The cake." When I asked you what had been your second favorite part, you said, "The pizza." Well, it was good cake and pizza!
Love,
Mom
We had your (belated) birthday party today at Park City Gymnastics, where you and your friends had fun playing with a giant parachute, chasing balloons and navigating obstacle courses where you had to jump on trampolines, walk across balance beams, climb ropes, somersault on padded mats and slide down a big inflatable slide. Since you were the birthday girl, you also got to put on the "flying belt" and soar through the air. All of these things did not make the biggest impression on you, though. After the party, I asked you what had been your favorite part. You replied, "The cake." When I asked you what had been your second favorite part, you said, "The pizza." Well, it was good cake and pizza!
Love,
Mom
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