Saturday, February 11, 2017

Letter to my son

Dear Son,

You ate worms.  You laughed about doing so too.  We were at a restaurant and it started with you making a LOUD fart.  I thought it was Daddy; it was that loud.  You denied it at first, but then admitted it was you.  Our food came and Daddy said, "EWWWW, don't eat the worm!"  You delighted in doing so, when normally you wouldn't touch spaghetti.  Farts and worms, the life of a mommy with a boy.  Such was our Italian night out at Cafe Latte Da.

Your teacher spoke with mommy about a question I had just recently, "I think he is going to be left-handed.  His grip is stronger in his left hand and he writes better with his left hand.  I'm going to guide him more towards the left, but I'm not pushing him.  I spoke with Carrie (the assistant teacher) and she agrees with me."  We spoke for a little while outside of your classroom.

When I walked into the room, you jumped out of the sleep mat and ran to me, "Mommy! Mommy!"  I later asked if you took a nap at all.  You replied, "No.  I heard your soft talking to the teacher and I knew you were there.  Then I saw you and jumped up!  I was happy!"

Since that conversation, your teacher has suggested using play dough and soft balls to squeeze in order to strengthen your hands.  You love play dough, so that won't be a difficult thing to incorporate more into your play time.

Another day when Mommy picked you up from school, I asked the standard, "How did Gregory do today?"  Your teacher said the same reply, "He did great.  He always does great!"  But then she added, "He is a good kid."  I said, "Aw, thank you."  But then she continued, "No, I mean, he REALLY wants to do good.  Not just that he tries, but he truly wants to do the right thing."  That made me so happy to hear!

You love apples in the morning, especially when you get to use the peel and core machine.  You crank away at the machine and we all enjoy the spiral slices.  One morning you said, "Oh, this one has seeds on it."  You took the seeds off, then you and Daddy planted the seeds in the garden.

We asked you what seeds need to grow.  You jumped up and down, "Sun and rain and LOVE!"

Every day you want to go outside and look for the apple tree to grow.  We don't think the seeds from the apples will take.  Instead, Daddy bought a blueberry and grape plant (looks more like a stick).  Daddy said, "We have to work in the backyard garden."  You said, "The backyard garden is a terrible, terrible mess!"  I had to laugh, because you are correct.  The weeds are horrible.  Hopefully the plants will survive as well as the weeds seem to....

You and Daddy also planted carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes, bell peppers and flowers in small pods.  The carrots are already taking off and we'll soon have to put them in the ground.  It's great to see your enthusiasm in growing things!  When I see your eagerness to water the plants and sing to them, I think, "Maw Maw would be so happy."  Your great-grandmother used to grow a lot of veggies and flowers.  She can't keep up with her gardens now, but they used to be amazing.  Maybe you'll have her green-thumb gene.

A few nights ago you woke up sobbing.  You had a nightmare where you heard Mommy saying, "Hurry, hurry, get into the car."  But you didn't and the car left without you.  You cried as you shared the dream with me.  Your tears broke my heart.  I held you until you calmed down, "Mommy is right here.  I'm right here."  You fell back to sleep, but I stayed up... thinking about the nightmare I had a few nights ago.

I dreamt that the three of us, you, Mommy and Daddy, went to a party.  A lot of people were at the party that we didn't know.  You ran and we couldn't find you.  We called out your name and we ran out of the house, running down the streets.  I saw two adults with two kids and realized that you were one of the kids.  The kidnappers had dressed you in girl's clothing so nobody would look for you.  Daddy and Mommy took off towards you, praying we could get to you before you got into the car.  I woke up at that time, terrified and had to check that you were okay. I never had dreams like this until I became a parent.  It's the scariest thing.

From nightmares to scary nights.  After your bath, Daddy wrapped you in a towel and picked you up. He tripped on the bottom of the towel and the two of you fell.  Your mouth got hurt - inside the upper and lower lip where your teeth must have gashed.  Your mouth was bleeding so much it scared the heck out of me.  I had to beg you to swish water in your mouth to clean it out and see where the blood was coming from.  You didn't like seeing the blood.  Thankfully, the bleeding stopped and we determined a trip to the hospital was not needed.

That said, Mommy asked Oma and Opa to set up a doctor's appointment for the next day, just to be on the safe side.  I figured the doctor would recommend an antibiotic, because it's not like there's an ointment I can put on a wound... this is inside your mouth.  Sure enough, the doctor gave a prescription, also said soft food for a couple of days and that you might bruise on your back and leg, because you were sore there.  But nothing sprained or broken and your teeth are okay.  I didn't sleep at all last night.  I gave you Tylenol and you allowed me to put a cool small towel on your lip for the swelling.  Then we talked for a while so I could know that you were okay... you slept and I watched over.  Things can happen so quickly.

You are so precious, my sweet son.  When you get hurt, it leaves a scar on my heart.  Mommy wants to wrap you up in a bubble to protect you.  People say that can't be done, but just recently this was proven wrong.  We went to a festival where there was an air ball that you got into and walked and spun around on water.  You were afraid at first to get into it, but warmed up to the idea later.  I was proud of you to overcome your fears and try something new.

It was so much fun that you cried when it was time to get out of the bubble.  It was pretty expensive, so we couldn't afford for you to go in there again.  But how wonderful that you did it!  Now.... if I could buy one and just keep you wrapped up safe....

This past week, Oma and Opa picked you up from school a lot, while Mommy worked longer hours for billing time.  Oma taught you how to play "go fish" and "battle" with cards.  You know what the King, Queen, Jack and Ace cards look like and it's great for number recognition.  Playing is fun, but losing... eh, not so good.  When you lost to Opa, you gave him a fierce scowl.  Oma turned it into a game (great redirection), "Who can make the angriest face?  the saddest face?  the funniest face?"  She video'd it and you would then say, "Let me see the video!"  I have to say, those videos are hysterical!

I thought you would be spending an afternoon with Oma this past Friday, because Mommy and Daddy had to do taxes.  You said that you would be a good boy and that you wanted to come with us. Then you said, "Remember when I went there and I broke the toy?"  The memory came flooding back.  You broke one of the CPA's grandkids' toys.  Wow.  You remembered this, even before going to the CPA's house!

When we arrived for taxes, Lynn asked if you wanted to watch cartoons.  That's a given!  He turned on the TV and you looked around and asked, "Where can I sit?"  Lynn said it was up to you, any place.  Daddy and Mommy settled in to do our taxes.  I shared how you remembered about the broken toy.  Daddy and Lynn had the same reaction, "Oh my gosh, I completely forgot about that!"  Between numbers, we talked about food and lobster.  Within seconds, you came into the room with a hamburger pillow, which you thought was neat.  Lynn said, "Interesting that we are talking about food and he comes in with the hamburger pillow."

As we signed the paperwork and checked once again on how you were doing, Lynn said, "You have a really good kid.  Ya'll are doing a great job."  Aw, that's so sweet.  We're blessed with you, Gregory.  Oh now, don't let that get to your head.  When you don't get what you want or when you don't win at a game, you have a temper to you.  Also, when you aren't feeling well, you tend to get snappy until we realize you aren't feeling well.  But these times aren't your dominant personality.

Such as today, when we went to the St. Christopher Boy Scout Parade.  You had a blast.  Laughing, smiling, catching beads and stuffed animals and toys.  One boy threw a stuffed football to you, but you missed.  The boy went chasing after the football before another child could take the football that was meant for you and the boy handed it to you.  After he rejoined the parade route, we realized it was a little girl who was going to get the football that you missed... You gave it to her.  That was so awesome.  You didn't fuss about giving up the football, which by the way, you really love playing football with Daddy.  You gave the toy to the girl willingly and with kindness.

You listen when we don't realize it and you pick up on humor so quickly.  The other day we were watching a movie and the character said something funny with a combination of words.  We both laughed.  Later that day, you used the same words, but with things you like, "I like peanut butter and Toy Story.  Don't judge me."  You had the attitude and all.  I busted out laughing.

Daddy also shared this on Facebook:

My (almost) 4 year old son just told me "You're an acquired taste". And I am like... WHERE DO YOU GET THIS FROM??

You use things at the right time, so it's not just being a parrot.

How much of your childhood will you remember?  You remembered something from last year when we did taxes.  How much will stay with you?  The good things, I hope.  I pray we can create many happy, childhood memories for you - from learning at school and making new friends to walking in air balls and catching beads.  Childhood should be about joyful times and creating good character.  I hope you will think we're good parents.  The future will hold times of you thinking you know it all and will fight us... but in the long run... I pray you know you are loved.  I pray you will find smiles when you think back on your childhood.

Love Always,

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Letter to my son

Dear Son,

You told Daddy upon his return home from a three day business trip, "I didn't make Mommy upset, not even one time."  Before Daddy left, he told you to behave and be extra good, because Mommy wasn't feeling well.  I had a sinus infection (which I'm still coughing from, but a thousand times better than last weekend).  My parents were out of town at the time, Daddy was away on business, but even with that.... you going to school and Mommy going to work and being sick, well, we managed.  But yes, I'm thrilled to say you were an extra good boy.

I can't believe that in a few weeks you will be four years old.  You were such a sweet baby, loving cuddles and falling asleep holding strands of my hair.  Even as a baby, you loved to smile and see us make silly faces.  Now, as a boy, you enjoy making the silly faces, jokes about farts (boys, what can you do), and giving hugs and kisses.

Just recently I watched a television show... there was a mom and her 14 year old boy.  The son was pretty obnoxious.  The mother walked into his room and she said to herself, "I miss my baby.  My sweet boy who gave hugs and was quick to smile.  I miss that sweet boy."  I don't know what your future will be, how obnoxious you might become... so in the meantime, I'm cherishing these precious moments of your sweetness.

You love doing things on your own, "no, let me do it."  We love to teach you and help you grow in your confidence and independence... but sometimes... it's not a good thing.

Today you gave Mommy and Daddy a horrible scare.  We were in the grocery store.  You darted down a different aisle.  Daddy said he was going after you, but then we couldn't find you!  We were running down the aisles calling your name.  I heard your voice and saw you running for me.  Daddy and Mommy were so upset that you started to cry.  You are independent, but you hopefully understand how important it is to stay with Mommy and Daddy now.  You're just too fast and determined.

It's the first time we've had a scare like that and I pray never again.  We explained how a stranger could take you away if you aren't with us.  Next time we go somewhere, we will have this conversation with you again prior to the outing.  You're a smart boy and you understand.  You make promises and you know you need to keep them.  Staying safe with Mommy and Daddy is a big promise.

School is going very well.  Each morning you want to stay in bed.  Daddy and Mommy become the tickle monsters.  You greet the sunshine with laughter.  Once we are at school, you are eager for the classroom door to open.  There's a small window on the door; you stand on tippy toes to look through the window.  Then you step aside for your school mates to look and see what the teachers are working on for the day.

Some mornings you ask me if you can run and play with your schoolmates in the St. Augustine courtyard.  After you promise you will come back inside when the door is open - then, yes, you run outside, play chase and tag and see which child can jump the highest.  As another parent said, "How do they have that much energy in the morning."

When we are in the hallway, a few minutes before the door opens, you and your friends are chatterboxes.  You'll describe the decorations on the door, point to each name, talk about favorite toys.  It's adorable.

When I pick you up from school, you grab my hand and run me over to the wall, showing me how your banana is in green.  You aren't the only one.  While we are there and you point to your banana in green, other children then get up and say, "There's my banana too!"  The children have a sense of pride in their good behavior.

Thinking about next year makes me a little sad.  We still don't know what school you will attend.  Will you get accepted into a school that only spent 15 minutes with you for testing?  Will you get accepted into a more expensive school where we are trying for financial aid?  Will you win the lottery (literally) at another school?  Will you stay at St. Augustine's for the last year they offer classes?  You have friends this year.  I'm praying that even if you and your schoolmates go to different schools next year that we, as parents, can keep in touch via Facebook and attend play dates and parties.  The children at your school are so sweet and a great group of friends.

For instance, when Daddy came back from his business trip, he offered to bring you to school the next morning.  I made your lunch box and put it in Daddy's car.  But when Daddy dropped you off to school, he forgot the lunchbox.  The teacher called Mommy at work and I sent Daddy a text.  Fortunately, Daddy was really close by your school and dropped your lunchbox off in time.

Daddy said, "It was cute to see all the kids sitting at the table for lunch.  Gregory pointed to me and said, "You FORGOT my lunch!"  The other kids all spoke up, "That's okay.  We took care of Gregory.  We shared our food with him."  It was something to see."  This story warmed my heart - children not just sharing with a schoolmate but taking care of their friend in need.  This is the beauty and character that the parents and St Augustine's teachers and environment have developed with our children.

I love you, son.  I love your joy of life and your compassion and even your little frowns of annoyance.  Thank you for letting me see the world through your eyes and lifting my spirits to youth and faith again, the way that only a child can do.

Love Always,

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Letter to My Son

Dear Son,

We are ending another year, saying Goodbye to 2016.  This year your ability to understand what's going on around you has grown in leaps and bounds.  This Christmas, it wasn't just about the wrapping paper or the bright lights.  It was about Christmas, Baby Jesus, giving and receiving, Santa and being on the "nice" list, the consequences of your actions, writing letters to Santa (Oma was a big help in working with your writing skills) and singing joyful songs.

At your school Christmas performance, you sang loud and clear, did the hand motions (for instance, hands above your head for "antlers") and even deepened your voice to represent Santa.  Your teacher told us before how you do great with knowing the words to the songs and how loud you are when you sing... it's one thing to hear it from your teacher, but really cool to see it in a performance.

Your behavior at school is fantastic!  You rarely have your banana in the yellow.  Though one day when it did, you told Mommy, "My banana was in green, but don't go to my school."  Reg flag warning.  You knew it was a lie and you tried to cover by making sure I wouldn't follow up and see where your banana was.  I think that's sneaky smart.  You did confess though and Mommy told you the worst part was the lie.  You apologized.

You also added, "But Mommy, I did not push, kick or yell at the teacher."  (The yellow was because you and a group of other children didn't want to stop playing ring around the rosie.)  I replied, "That's good, but did you listen to your teacher when she told you to stop?"  You said, "No."  We talked about making sure you continue with good behavior and part of good behavior is listening to your teacher, your parents and your grandparents.  We explained how respect is important.

Recently you told Mommy and Daddy, "I don't want to play with kids who are in the red (banana in the red)."  We tried to explain that a child can make a bad choice, but is still a good person and to give them a chance.  (Last year was your first year in school and it was difficult for you to adjust.  Other children will go through that too.)  We asked you to be a good role model and help other children.  It's a big concept for you to learn, but it's never to early to start.  I'm always amazed at what sinks in with you.

You have some favorite sayings, that I'm realizing you are picking up from the iPad:
"Best Day Ever"
"Worst Day Ever" - said with major attitude when you couldn't come into Mommy's office
"Boorrrrinnnngg" - again, with attitude

Mimicking expressions is a new fascination as well.  "This is my angry face" offered with a frown and looking up with cutting eyes.  When you said something weird, Mommy replied, "Ewwww, that's gross."  You did it again and I gave the same expression.  I could feel you analyzing my expressions.  Will you become an actor one day?

Curiosity thrives well in you.  When you go to the doctor's office, you love looking at the pictures and asking about the body parts.  The ENT doctor recommended that you see an allergist specialist, because of the frequencies of sinus infections.  Dr. Harvey requested blood work and a scratch text (which will happen in the beginning of January).

Oma and Opa brought you in for the blood work.  It was the first time you had to give blood.  Oma said, "I have never been able to look at someone taking my blood.  But Gregory was curious and he wanted to watch.  Because he was so brave to watch the nurse take his blood, he made me brave and I watched for the first time too."  You did yell at the first touch of the needle and when the needle was removed, but the nurse said you did great!  Will you become a doctor one day?

You are a brave and observant boy!  Watching you at Izzy's birthday party... I was in awe of your fearless determination.

Izzy's birthday party was at the ice skating rink.  We don't have one around us, which makes Mommy sad.  Before the party, I told you how Mommy used to love ice skating when she was a little girl and how much fun it was...  I was prepared for you to scream and run from the cold rink when we arrived at Izzy's party location.

"I want to go on the ice!"  Before your skates were even on.  Izzy and Isaac showed you how to lean your body (almost laying down) on a crate while your Daddy pushed you on the ice.  Soon, you realized you could use the tip of your skates to propel you forward, while on the crate and you didn't want anyone pushing you.  Then, you watched as other children skated by, not laying on the crate, but standing up tall and pushing the crate in front of them for balance.  You did this too!

If you had stopped at this point, I would have been completely thrilled.  When you let go of the crate, my heart did a stop.  Would you fall?  Your legs were a little wobbly, but you only fell once.  After that - you didn't want the crate and you were moving forward, on the ice, all by yourself.... no assistance and you were determined that we "leave you alone!"  You even joined in with the other kids to do the "hokey pokey" dance and yes, you turned yourself around.. on skates... on the ice... by yourself!

I was in awe... to watch you learn and grow with such confidence in skill and gathering information about what other people were doing and self teaching yourself a brand new skill...  a skill that requires balance no less.. Mommy and Daddy didn't teach you one thing.  We were thrilled that you were open to the idea of laying on the crate and to push you.  That you went from this to skating on your own.... it was incredible to watch.  We were the observers to your ability to learn.  It was an education to us, as parents.

This has been a year of you soaking up the world around you with a level of comprehension that makes me want to ask you, "What are you thinking?"  You prepare us for changes too, with your questions.

I recently read somewhere that when boys get into the teen years, parents will wish they were still only talking about potty training.  As I've said in the past, you are fully day time potty trained since you were in school last year.

Before Halloween this year, we spoke with you about dry diapers at night.  You actually said, "I don't want to wear 'diapees' (that's what you call them) at night any more."  We told you, "If you have dry diapers in the morning for a week, we will try big boy underwear instead."

Each morning you'd go to the bathroom and say, "I have a dry diaper?"  Sure enough you had dry diapers, but we were nervous about the night time bed wetting.... so you stayed in diapers.. then, before Thanksgiving, you woke me up and said, "Mommy, I have to pee."  That was our cue.  You woke yourself up to pee.  That was the last diaper to touch your behind.  After that, you were proud to wear big boy underwear!

You haven't had an accident.  We do make sure you pee before you go to bed; you know this is a routine.  You have to pee in the potty before you get in the tub.  You have to pee in the potty before you go to bed.  It's worked like a charm!  I think a good part of the smooth process is that you were ready and you didn't want to wear diapers at all.

Another new task that Mommy is thrilled you've learned is that dirty cloths go in the hamper.  You said, "You need the dirty cloths to get washed, so you put them in the hamper so you know where to find them for the washer and the dryer."  You help me take cloths out of the washer and put them in the dryer.  I'm tickled that I don't have to hunt for your cloths around the house any more.  You know where things go.  It's a small thing, but it's an organization skill and one that you'll appreciate having when you get older.

Social skills are in full bloom.  If there's another child, you are eager to play with them.  Your teacher, Mrs. Becky, said that you don't have a specific "best friend" but that you play with a group of kids, but yes, you are social.  Mommy has asked you if you have a best friend that you play with the most, you say, "No."  After talking with your teacher, I felt that you were doing well.

Even on the playground in the local neighborhoods, if there are other children, you don't mind relating to them.  Just this week, Oma and Opa brought you to your favorite - the Pirate Ship Playground (it's the the one on Little Farms, but we renamed it because of the shape).  There was a six year old boy there and you played very well with him, keeping up with talking and running and climbing.  Opa said, "Gregory knows his way around the pirate ship!"

Your sense of humor is a daily force.  You LOVE to make people smile.  If you do something and I laugh, you ask, "That makes you happy Mommy?"  You love to make people happy... and sometimes you do super silly things... here's a post that Daddy shared on Facebook:

"So Gregory was getting out of the tub and we were both singing Frosty the Snowman on the way to his bedroom. As he's standing in his bed and I am toweling him off he's still singing... then.... He gets to the part of " and a corn-cob pipe and a button nose" yet he is pointing to his BUTT and NOSE. I laughed SO hard... how long has been thinking those were the words?"

I don't think you actually thought those were the words, because you sing it properly plenty of times... but you knew it would make Daddy laugh :)

Other times, you are tots adorbs in your actions.  We were at Oma and Opa's house.  You came up to me and demanded, "I need my iPad and I have to sit at the bar!"  What?  You normally don't ask for your iPad unless you are at a restaurant or you are tired and it's nighttime.  And sitting at the bar at my parents' house?

When I walked into the kitchen area, I understood...  there was Opa, sitting at the bar with his laptop. You wanted your iPad and to sit on the barstool next to Opa, doing what Opa was doing.  Can't get cuter than that!

Many people consider 2016 to be bad year for many things.... but for our family.. your growth, your laughter, your love... that surpasses anything negative.  2016 leaves us with morning hugs and raspberry kisses and sweet memories to treasure.  May 2017 continue with beautiful blessings to count.

Love Always,

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Letter to my son

Dear Son,

The news, on the television, the Internet and the radio, are consumed with the recent election.  You asked about Trump.  I told you that he won the election as President of the United States.  You said, "I wish I could win President."  One day, if you still want to, I know you can.  You also said you want to be a doctor, a veterinarian and a teacher.  As a child, you have taught me and healed my spirit in so many ways.

You love to talk.  Oma once said on the drive to Baton Rouge to visit relatives, "I knew when Gregory was asleep because he stopped talking."  You are so creative, such a joy to listen to.

One morning, Daddy said, "Look the moon is out even though the sun is up."  I said, "Why do you think that is, Gregory?"  You tilted your head, "The moon is out because he is still tired and he is yawning."

When Mommy showed you the soft lavender lilies behind the large leaves, I asked you, "Why do you think the lilies are back there?"  You explained, "They are hiding, because they are shy."

Before Oma and Opa's 50th Wedding Anniversary, we shared the happy news that Uncle Rob, Tita Roda and your cousin, TJ would be in town.  TJ was standing, but not fully walking at the time and we asked if you would help TJ learn how to walk.  Your hands went up in the air like it was nothing, "Sure!  You just put on your shoes and you walk!"  We all laughed.  Ah, my son, already you take big steps for granted.  But one day, you will have a child of your own and see what an incredible blessing it is to watch your baby grow into a toddler.

We have something in common.... our sinuses.  You get sick.  I get sick.  I get sick.  You get sick.  Co-workers have told me, "It's like that until 5-6 years old and then your child develops a good immune system."  At the doctor's office, the ENT wanted you to sit in my lap.  You shook your head, "No, I'm a big boy.  I need a check up."  Dr. Volpi looked concerned and advised Mommy that I would have to help and hold your head.

No problems, you did exactly as the doctor instructed.  The nurse even commented that you are very smart.  You asked about the posters around the office showing the various sinus cavities of the nose and another of the lungs.  You said, "I have lungs too, right here!"  And you pointed to the correct place.

Your thoughts are precious to follow.  One "sick day" we were at the table.  You sneezed and wanted to wipe your nose on my sleeve.  This is something you suddenly started to do.  You didn't want the phlegm, yes you call it that, on your arm.. and you wanted something soft to touch your nose.  Your Daddy and I have finally taught you better and you are quick to grab a Kleenex tissue now (so thankful - yet another parent high five on that accomplishment)... but this day at the table, Mommy had reached the end of her tether with being your human Kleenex.

Mommy had already told you not to rub your nose on my clothing... then you did it again and Mommy fussed.  Loudly.  We don't raise our voice to you frequently in anger, so when we do.. you really react to it.  You started to cry and said you were sorry.  After you calmed down, Mommy and Daddy said you need to use a tissue, because otherwise you were spreading germs and will get Mommy sick again.  You agreed to use a tissue.  Then you leaned your head towards my shirt.

I said, "Gregory.  What did we just talk about?"  You said, "But Mommy.  Can I wipe my tears?  My tears don't have germs."  Always, son.  You can always wipe your tears on me.  Of course... heart melts.

This school year, you were invited to Kylie's birthday party.  You went to her birthday party last year; she's a sweet, pretty girl.  You had fun at the party and other school mates showed up too.  I noticed that you liked to go where Kylie went.  When Kylie's mom was nearby, I shared, "I think my son might be sweet on Kylie."  She said, "Kylie told me that she has two best friends, Gregory and Carsen."  Carsen is a good friend of yours too and recently you said that Daniel was a good friend as well.

Mommy takes lots of pictures and you enjoy looking at them right after an event and even older pictures too.  You have grasped the concept that you were once a baby and you recognize yourself in baby pictures.  You saw the picture on the fireplace when Burkley and Deanna got married.  Burkley knelt down to accept the rings from you when the picture was taken.  You asked me, "What is going on in this picture?"  I explained how you were the ring bearer.  You said, "I wish I could have wedding rings."

I smiled and said, "You have to get married."  You replied, "Me and Kylie can get married.  Carsen too."  I said, "So you want to get married?"  You said, "No, I just want the rings."  You make me laugh!

Recently our church invited it's members to bring their pets for a blessing during mass.  Oma and Opa brought Biscuit, their dog.  It was a lovely outside service.  One of the church members played the flute and one of the dogs joined in with the singing - a cute moment!  After the service, you wanted to leave.  Father AJ said, "But Gregory, why do you have to leave right now?"  It didn't take but a moment for you to reply, "Because I have to feed Biscuits the treats!"   You are quick on your toes, sweet son.

You remember your dreams and I love to hear them.  I need to keep pen and paper near me in the morning, because you say, "Mommy I had a dream...."  One night it was about a "cranky cow" - the cow was white with brown spots and the cow wanted to eat you!  Daddy tried to reassure you that cows don't even humans, but you were determined that this cow in your dream did.

When we went on our recent vacation, with a stop by the Science and Rocket Center, you woke up with big smiles, "Mommy!  I dreamt I was flying on a rocket ship!  I went to the moon.  The moon is a big bouncy ball!"  You loved the hotel room with the rocket ship view.  You said, "This room has a refrigerator, a rocket ship and a toilet.  It has everything you need!"

You are a rough and tumble boy who loves to run, jump and will ask for "driving lessons" in your truck that we bought for you on your last birthday.  But you also love to paint (with both hands still) and you notice beauty in the world.  When the morning sky was blue and orange, you said, "the sky is painting itself."

We don't talk baby talk around you.  We never have.  Maybe this is why you have such an incredible vocabulary now.  However, some expressions don't make sense, but you try to make sense of them.  Such as the day when you were with Oma at the Dentists office.  The orthodontist asked what school did you go to.  You said, "Just school."  Oma said, "St Augustine Preschool."  You repeated the name of the school.  Oma said, "That (meaning the school name) is quite a mouth full."  You waited a few moments... then said, "But my mouth is empty."  The orthodontist burst out laughing.

Your sense of humor is still there in full swing.  Oma came with us to one of your Karate classes.  On the way to Karate in the car, you said, "Something stinks!"  Mommy asked, "Gregory, did you fart?"  No, you didn't, mommy and Oma didn't either.  We realized it was the smelly canal.  After Karate class, we headed back home.... you smelled it again and said, "MOMMY!  The canal is following us!"  I  laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes.

You do so many sweet things too....  I love how your school has taught you the Pledge of Allegiance. You put your hand over your heart when you say it now.. and you also give a salute at the end.  So very precious.  So very important to understand and value our freedom and your country.  You have a hard time with one particular word.  Your Daddy made sure to explain what it means and how to say, "indivisible."

This morning, we went to your school.  You took the cans, one by one, that Mommy put in a bag and you placed the cans into the box for the food drive.  You looked at the pictures on the cans and said, "These are carrots.  These are green beans."  If you didn't know what the picture was, you asked, "Mommy, what is this?"  Then you would look again at the picture and repeat what I said, "Sweet peas, Pinto Beans."  You wanted to know why we put food in a box.  Mommy explained how it's important to give to those in need and how the school was collecting food donations for those families who are hungry but don't have food.  You said, "And they might have a baby to feed too."

This afternoon, we were at Oma and Opa's house.  Ever since you found out that Oma had a secret Pumpkin Pie recipe, you begged Oma to make it.  Mommy remembers Oma's recipe box.  She still had it.  Tonight we all took turns with making the recipe.  Any time I added an ingredient to the bowl, you said, "Let I stir it."  We are correcting you with the use of "I" and "me."  I love how you want to be an active part in making things, even food.

You take in more of the world than I think we can ever realize.  You love music too.  Your school teacher said, "We're going to miss Gregory for the Pumpkin Palooza.  (We went out of town that weekend.)  He knows his songs very well and sings them nice and loud."  What a sweet thing for your teacher to say.  I was tickled when you sang us some of the Halloween songs you learned.

When Mommy leaves the piano open, you love to walk by and play.  Sometimes it's loud, but surprisingly, most of the time, you play softly... and.... with both hands.  This morning, you played something soft and sweet and I swear it sounded like a song... You saw me listening to you and explained, "This is my love song, because I love my mommy and daddy."

You are our love song.

Love Always,

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Letter to my son

Dear Son,

Today you had speech therapy at one school.  Then Oma and Opa brought you to your regular school and you saw (and pet!) bugs and then tonight ~ you went to your first Karate class!  You are so awesomely well behaved while having a very long day.  Proud of you, my boy.

But I'm getting ahead of myself....

School is in full swing and Mommy is really behind in writing to you.  Catch up time!  Let's focus on school for a while.  Here's your first day of school picture:

I could see how comfortable you were being on the St Augustine Episcopal School grounds.  You recognized schoolmates from last year and loved seeing the new toys in the room.  You and Carsen teamed up pretty quickly to play.  He was in your class last year and summer camp.

Each morning, I watched as you ran into the classroom.  You went straight for a particular table; I could tell you were intent on finding something.  During the parent/teacher night, the teachers explained, "This is how they do roll call.  The children find their names on the banana and put the banana in the roll call box."  What a great idea to get the child quickly away from the parent leaving and focus on the day's activity... it's a job to do and it's name recognition as well.

There's name recognition all over the classroom!  For a behavioral record of the day, your teacher, Ms. Becky and assistant, Ms. Carrie, have three boxes lined up vertically.  The top box is green, middle is yellow, bottom is red.  Each child starts the day off with their banana (with their name on the banana) in the green.  If the child has to be corrected repeatedly for doing something they shouldn't do, then the name goes in the yellow.  If the child does something that could hurt another child, such as pushing hard or kicking, the banana goes in red. If the banana goes in red, because of that type of behavior, the banana can't move out of red.  These are harmful actions that the teacher wants to nip in the bud before it gets out of hand.

Pointing to your name in green.

It's a WONDERFUL system.  It shows you and your peers which behaviors will not be tolerated.  It's a visual system to back up the verbal one.  And the green/good behavior is rewarded - if your name is in green at the end of the day, you get a sticker in your sticker book.  After so many stickers, you get a prize.  This is a total motivation tool for you and it's worked great!  Only one day have you had your name in the yellow, all other days in the green.  The "at a glance" behavior chart not only shows the parents how the child is doing, but also what type of day the teacher had too.

Each week there is a theme and the parents know the theme from a calendar given.  There is a chart outside of the classroom that lists what was done in school that day.  I'm totally loving this.  I sure hope the teachers know how much it's appreciated.  Having knowledge of what my child is doing and learning that day makes me feel well.... gosh... pretty happy!

For example, I know that the first week of school, the theme for the week was apples and the letter "a."  The snacks for the week included red, green and gold apples.  You did artwork showing the inside of and outside of an apple.  You did string paint artwork for dexterity.  Ms. Becky had the students count apples, then take an apple away - working on subtraction.  Science is included with liquids and changing the appearance of an apple.

Your teacher is also very informative.  She told mommy that you are active in class, you participate, you play well with your classmates, you are eager to volunteer and you are well behaved (I know it's early in the school year to say this, but I'm hopeful for a great year)!  Ms. Becky made me feel good about your behavior and eagerness to be there.

I saw that you were the flag holder the first week of school.  There's a list with names for various "jobs" for the students and the jobs are rotated so each child has a turn.  You were eager to show mommy how you have to hold the flag.

I can see why you enjoy school so much.  You make it clear to mommy that you love going to school... you literally said it repeatedly one morning and while I was unbuckling the seatbelt, you belted out loudly, "I LOVE MY SCHOOL!"  I think everyone heard you.

Next picture is a patch of the "family quilt" - each child needed to decorate a sheet of paper with pictures of family members - then the papers/patches were put together to form a quilt at school:

One Friday, Mommy said, "Guess what!  Today is Friday.  That means Mommy and Daddy don't have to go to work tomorrow."  You replied, "Mommy and Daddy can come to school with me tomorrow?"  Mommy said, "No, honey.  No work on Saturday and no school on Saturday."  Your soft voice said a lot in a few words, "I'll miss school."

Another morning there were two parents standing in front of the classroom door, talking to the teacher.  You started to hop around them, then you turned to me, pointing to the small space between the two parents and their legs, "Mommy, can I go into the class room?"  I was smiling so much, I had to say okay.

Let me tell you, son... the best feeling in the world for Mommy?  When Mommy arrives to pick you up from school and you see Mommy... the delightful, cheerful voice of "MOMMY!" and you come running to me... it's just the best!

"Pencil" treats Mommy made for your class:

Some lower case alphabet "projects" we did at home:

At school, on Friday's you have composition notebook - in it you are tracing the alphabet letters!  I think you are leaning towards being a lefty.

Mommy asked your teacher how you did with the bugs.  Last night, you brought me one of your green toy plastic bugs.  You instructed me, "You have to pet it soft or it will bite you."  I said, "I will pet the bug only if you promise Mommy that you will touch the bugs in school tomorrow with the bug mobile."  You agreed and you kept true to your words!  The teacher said you touched all of the bugs, including a big roach, a millipede and a caterpillar.  You used just one finger and touched gently.  None of the kids were allowed to touch the spider though.  I'm so proud of you!

In speech you learned how to say the "V" sound and now you are working on the "L" sound.  Speech has small groups of two children for 30 minutes.  It's a small world.... the boy you take the speech class with is the son of one of the attorneys at Mommy's law firm where she works.  The attorney's wife was there and she recognized us from social work gatherings.  Come to find out, the attorney's wife knows Oma.... because Oma taught the attorney's wife's brother at Matas Elementary School years ago!

The attorney gave Mommy some advise about speech, "The hardest thing for me to understand is that even though the child was taught a sound, it doesn't mean "that's it, now you have learned it"... when it comes to speech it's a process that takes time."  Aunt Kim gave Mommy the same advise and I'm hoping it will sink in.

I know you try hard and you want to follow instructions.  Nothing showed me that more than your first class of Karate tonight.  It was a 45 minute class with kids you have never seen before in a culture and instructions that was completely new to you.  You were timid.  Or is it that you were so intent on following instructions?  You learned how to bow, count to 5 in Japanese, some punches and other various Japanese words for sit and stand.  What's neat is that your instructor is also Daddy's instructor.  Daddy started back into Karate a few weeks ago.  I'm thrilled you are both getting involved with this.

You are my hero, sweet boy.  For all that you learn, take in stride and still remain, my sweet boy.

Love Always,

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Letter to my son

Dear Son,

Your mornings start off with mommy and daddy tickling you and making you laugh, singing you the Good Morning song and racing you out of bed.  Then you usually like to sit on the sofa for a while and watch cartoons until breakfast is ready.  This morning, we sat on the sofa next to you.  I heard you murmuring words, not baby sounds, which you will do if you are around babies.  You weren't paying attention to the television.  You were pointing and talking to the blanket around you.

I turned off the television and listened, as well as my hearing allowed me to.  I asked, "Did you just say that a horse went up the mountain?"

You replied, "No Mommy.  Not a horse.  A family went up the mountain."  Your fingers made a trail up to the top of the blanket.  As your fingers trickled down the side, you explained, "Then the family went down the waterfall and they swam in the lake at the bottom."  The "lake" was the flat part of the blanket.  I asked if the family had fun in the lake.  You said, "Yes, but there's a grumpy shark there and he chased them out.  Mommy, look at the hole in the mountain!"  I said, "Ohh, that must be a cave!"

You agreed, "Yes, a cave and the family fell down into the cave."  I asked, "Who's going to rescue them?"  You patted my shoulder, "It okay Mommy.  They climbed out of the cave.  They went back up the mountain to have a picnic."

Your creativity from the shapes that the blanket made, the stories... it was wonderful.  So much better than watching cartoons.  I loved it!

Did I ever truly wonder if you would learn to talk?  You have such conversations with us now.  One afternoon we were playing with some toys.   You told me, "This is going to be your doh-doh (night time) toy.  I'm going to put it in your bed for your doh-doh toy.  It's not my doh-doh toy so it doesn't go in my bed, okay!"  You aren't just saying what you think, but explaining your actions.

And you're learning how to sight read, before the age of 3 1/2.  Oma made sight words; her penmanship rocks!  Then she put the words together in a sentence.  You're reading them, but sometimes we wondered, "How much is Gregory reading versus memorizing."  But then.... to learn by sight is a form of memorization.  You showed me that what Oma has been working with you on is sinking in.

Mommy has sight words cards that she bought a while ago.  I only took out four cards.  You have read the words "up, down, go, stop" many times on the cards that Oma made.  So, I picked up two cards that had the words "down" and "go".  Then, I picked up two cards with words you have never seen before "but" and "dog."

I brought the cards to the sofa and placed them out "go" "down"  "dog"  "but"
You swiftly said, "go" and "down."  When I pointed to "dog" you said, "... you?"  It was a question mark type of response.

I told you, "No, these are two new words.  This is "dog" and this is "but".... together they sound like... "dog butt"."  You busted out laughing!  Then you said, "Dog butt go down!"  You created your own sentence without any assistance.  I told you how proud Oma would be.  When we went to Oma's and Opa's house, you saw their dog, Biscuit and said, "Dog butt go down!"  You make me laugh so often.

Oma is teaching you active words, such as jump and run.  You like those, because after reading them, you get to do the activity.  Mommy picked words to make you laugh.  Between us, we're finding ways to teach you, making it enjoyable, even though it is a lot of work.. on all parties.

You start school next week.  I know you're going to miss your days with Oma and Opa.  You spent the majority of your time with them while Mommy and Daddy went to work.  It was an active summer.  You went to the library to see animals and make crafts.  You made crafts at Michael's art classes.  Oma and Opa brought you to visit with Granny, Grandfather and Uncle Jerry a number of times.  You took swimming lessons (the coach said you are doing great, especially for your age) and continue to swim daily at Oma and Opa's house.  You had Bible School for one week and Summer Camp for two weeks.  You went to Palmtree playground and the maze at the Elmwood Kids center and bounce houses.  You were around a lot of children from a variety of groups, doing a variety of activities throughout the summer.  As Oma said, "Gregory is VERY well rounded."

I want to go back to the swimming lessons... there's a funny story there.  Of course, you learned a great deal.. You told me, "I have to hold my mouth closed (showing me a puffer fish face) and I can't pee or poo in the pool (yeah!)."  It took you a while to get comfy with floating on your back, but eventually you did so and even put your hands behind your head like you were laying on a bed.  You were scared to jump into the pool at first and now you do so with gusto.

But the funny story.... Oma and Opa brought you to the lessons.  You take your swimming trunks off in the changing room.  It was the girl's room, because Oma brought you to get changed.  One day... Oma forgot to bring a change of cloths for you.  She didn't realize it until after you had taken off your swim suit.  She didn't want you to put it back on, so Oma wrapped you in a towel. She was holding on to the towel as the two of you walked out of the changing room.

Then... you took off running without the towel, yelling at the top of your lungs, "NAKED BABY!  NAKED BABY!"  When Oma told me this, I laughed so hard I cried.  You do that at home.  When you don't have bottoms on, you run through the house saying that.  This started when we would say "naked baby" and chase you around the house.  It was a game and then you started calling it out too.  Oma said, "Everyone laughed at the fitness center."

From being naked to potty trained.  You are officially day time potty trained, which was very clear at the beginning of the summer.  You even pee standing up, which made Daddy so incredibly proud!  However, nighttime... you still wear a diaper.  You're doing so well with going to the potty, knowing when you need to go, letting us know and taking care of business (you tell us, "no, you need to go away, I'll call you when I poo" when before we had to stay in the room with you)... I don't want to push the nighttime too hard.  Once you get into the routine of school, then we'll work on the nighttime.  You do notice when your diaper is dry.  But you still want to drink a lot before you go to sleep.  It's something we need to work on.  But hey, day time potty training is AWESOME!  (You don't like the auto flush toilets though at some places.  You get scared and say, "There might be a monster in there!")

When school starts, your speech therapy begins as well.  You might question why you are still going through speech therapy when you are talking so much.  But it's not always clear.  One weekend we brought you to the movies.  Both Daddy and I heard you say, "Wine and popcorn."  What ? !   We don't drink wine.  We don't talk about wine.  Where did you get wine from?  It took a little while for us to realize, "Ahhhh, Gregory is saying, get in line for the popcorn."  Whew...  You got frustrated that we didn't understand you; the speech therapy will be good for clarity of your words.

More about words.. Daddy enjoys doing rhyming games with you.  Daddy will start off with a sentence and stop, waiting for you to fill in the blank with a rhyming word.  You do this without even realizing you are problem solving and "filling in the blank" sentence structure.  Here's an example:

Daddy:  "My Mommy's name is Aleta Gay, so it's going to be a great....."
You:  "day!"
Daddy:  "I'm having great luck"  (Mommy started laughing and so did Daddy, mind in gutter.)... Daddy continued, "I'm not riding in a car, I'm riding in a ......."
You:  "Truck!"

You're learning things in fun ways.  These are awesome skills.

You're picking up on numbers as well.  Oma has number games that she plays with you to help you recognize the numbers (which was clear that in the beginning of the summer, you didn't recognize your numbers at all).  Now you can recognize 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.. the 6 and 9 gave you trouble.  So, Mommy said, "6 has the belly.  9 has the big head."  You laughed, but that seems to be working.  7 is a tough one for you as well.  8, you remember because it has two circles.

It's not just numbers, but .... you are learning counting too.  Mommy had a bag to bring to work.  You asked what was in the bag.  Mommy said, "I'm bringing grapes to work for a snack."  With hand extended, you asked, "I want a grape.  No, I want THREE grapes.  Pretty please?"  I said, "Here is one and I'll give you the rest after you get dressed to leave."  I forgot to give you the grapes after you were dressed, but when we arrived to Oma and Opa's house, you said, "You need to give me TWO more grapes!"  Do you realize you just did math?!    This is how you will learn the best.. through activity, through involvement, through laughter.

Oma is working Science projects with you as well.  She bought tests tubes from the dollar store.  She showed you how she poured water in one and vinegar in another.  You couldn't see the difference, but you said vinegar smelled yucky.  Oma moved the tubes around so you wouldn't know which was which by sight.  She poured some baking soda out.  The vinegar, once poured on the baking soda, made a lot of bubbles, versus the water.  You totally enjoyed the experiment and wanted to do it again.  It was a great learning experience and I'm thrilled you are loving the Science projects.

With all this learning and independence, creativity and activity... you are still a very loving boy.  At Oma and Opa's house, you called out to Oma, "OMMMMMAAAAAA, come help me find a toy."  Oma and Mommy were talking.  You said, "I need to talk to Oma.  Oma, help me find a toy."  Both Oma and Mommy got up to help search for the one you wanted.  We heard you say, "I didn't want to be lonely and now I have two of you!"  That touched my heart.  You want to be with us.

Just like at nighttime.  If you fall asleep in your bed, then you stay in bed until anywhere from 11 to 2:30 and then you go to Mommy's bed.  But right now, Mommy hasn't felt well with a stomach bug.  You were still up and it was getting late.  Mommy said, "I'm turning off the iPad.  Mommy isn't feel well, so try to close your eyes and go to sleep in your bed, okay?"  You did as was told and seemed like you would fall asleep.

About 20 minutes later, you were screaming and crying.  I thought you had fallen out of bed and rushed to your room.  You were sitting in your bed crying.  You couldn't make it quite clear because you were so upset, but I understood you wanted to go to Mommy's bed.  The next morning, while telling Oma about when happened, we asked you, "Why did you cry Gregory?"  You said, "I was scared of the dark.  I need to be with adults to keep me safe."  I know Daddy will say that you need to conquer your fears and you will.

Your love of being around us "adults".. well, I know one day you won't want to, so I'm going to treasure your desire for our company for as long as possible.

Being a parent is work.  It's constant work.  We have to find ways to help you learn and it's not always clear what will work.  It's also laughter and sweetness and beauty.  I hope one day you are blessed with a child as beautiful and loving as you are to us.

Love Always,

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Letter to my son

Dear Son,

Oma and Opa were kind enough to bring you to Granny and Grandfather's and Uncle Jerry's house to play a couple of times recently.  Granny said that you would rough house with her on the sofa, during the first visit.  Then, the second visit, you told Granny, "Let's play on the sofa."  Too cute!

Your shirt "Straight Outta Metry" is a Christmas gift from your Uncle Jerry.

Granny mentioned how your vocabulary and speech have grown in leaps and bounds.  I still hear you making simple mistakes and I know with some correction, which we are working with you on, your words can become very clear.

You are coming up with topics to talk at length about and you have stories to share now.  If a big group of people are talking, you will say, "I NEED to talk to my mommy (or whoever you want to tell the story to)."  You expect people to stop talking and listen.  And they do.

You're Daddy recently wrote on Facebook:  "Without a doubt.. the GREATEST invention in the world is the mind of a child.  Gregory is going into his "story" modes where he tries to explain situations and lessons, as well as his rambling "Teaching" modes quite often now (those are my favorites).  He is even correcting us if something is incorrect.  I can listen to him for hours."

This morning, we spoke about dinosaurs and Mommy said, "I like the pterodactyl that you made."  You informed me, "Mommy, a pterodactyl is not a dinosaur."  I asked you why.  You explained, "Pterodactyl flies.  Dinosaurs can't fly."  Smart boy!

You went to three art classes at Michael's this past week.  You loved going to them, as the theme was dinosaurs.  Here are some fun art projects you came home with:

I like this next one.  You put the dinosaur stickers on each red card.  It's a memory matching game, which you enjoy doing.

Opa even got into the spirit of Dinosaur week!  He is wearing the dinosaur mask that Daddy bought one year.   The kids were a little... scared, but not you!

Love the dino hat you made.

But you told Oma she had to wear it first so you didn't mess up your hair.  Hehe.

At the end of the last art class, a line formed to get face painting.  It was a long line.
It was a long wait.  But you stayed in line.

You told the artist what you wanted.  It's a super hero mask.

Mommy asked what your super hero powers are.  You said, "Jumping!"  (You do this very well, very high and will even spin and jump).  Mommy said your super hero power are awesome hugs.  Daddy said your super hero powers are farts.  That made you laugh.

You had two bug toys.  You kept saying, "Mommy you don't like bugs."
I said, "No, I don't like bugs" and then I grabbed them and put them down your shirt.
You laughed so hard!  Then, you had to do the same to Oma too.

Daddy said that "Oma played it well" pretending she was afraid of the bugs.  You two were too cute.

You took a late nap.  You still had the mask painted on, because any time during the day that we asked about cleaning it off, you refused.  When I took the picture of you sleeping with the super hero mask, Daddy said, "It looks like he fell asleep and we drew on his face."

This past week we reached record highs, mix in the humidity and outside was a sauna.  Daddy determined it was time for ice cream and snowballs; he invited Oma and Opa to join us.

It was so hot outside that we all went into Opa's car with the air conditioner running to eat the snowballs and ice cream.

Daddy commented on Facebook, "No such thing as "Terrible Twos or Threes with this boy!  What a GIFT!  We had a Sno-ball date yesterday when it was close to 100, with everyone and a dog in the car and he (you) STILL enjoyed it and was entertaining as well."

You shared Mommy and Daddy's ice cream.  You literally ate some from Daddy and some from Mommy.  You took turns between the ice cream bites, which made Oma laugh.

Saturday morning was an early celebration for Grandfather for Father's Day.  We invited Granny and Grandfather to breakfast at Caffe Latte Da.  You insisted that you give Grandfather his card.

You started the morning with a raspberry when Mommy wanted to take your picture!

We had a yummy breakfast.

Took some fun pictures.  Grandfather, Son, Grandson.

Granny stealing some sugar

Hugs for Grandfather. 

When we got home, you were so helpful.  You helped load the cloths into the dryer and then took the hamper back to the appropriate bedroom.

Family Selfies

At the library, Mommy started reading a book at the alphabet being constructed.  You traced the letters with your finger.

Then you saw some older boys playing on the smart table and joined in.

You and Daddy waiting for Legos!

The older kids worked with small legos.  Younger kids were given bigger blocks.

You took to the blocks like it was second nature.

I loved watching you build.

Daddy counted 28 kids and more arrived after we left.

Daddy said, "But there's no interaction between the kids."
Not true, the little boy across from you talked a lot.  You even shared one of your Lego pieces that he wanted.  Plus, just the fact that you were surrounded by other children, each of you participating in the same activity - it is interaction.  It might only be visual interaction, but you watched what they did as well.  It's all part of learning and social skills, along with the fun building of Legos.

You recently had a hair cut and you sat in the chair by yourself.  Daddy was very happy with that arrangement, because it meant that Daddy didn't have to get your hair all over him :)  You weren't in the mood for a hair cut, but you went through with it and we all survived.

As a treat for being such a big boy, Mommy gave you three masks - PJ Masks!  You loved them.  You could have chosen the Geico or Cat Boy mask, but you went for Owlette - Mommy's favorite - red and Owlette has wings!

Mommy was in the kitchen working on a "glaze cake" - other than the one bottom cake layer, everything was new to Mommy - first time working on a jello layer, first time making a mousse layer and then, of course, first time making the glaze (not to be confused with normal buttercream that I have down pat now).

While Mommy was busy in the kitchen, you decided to "help Mommy cook"... you made interesting sandwiches and salads and all kinds of yummy stuff.  It was cute to watch you play.

Daddy said the cake looks like smurf snot.  I should have topped the layers with the smooth cakes that I make, but the recipe didn't call for this.  I couldn't get the mousse smooth enough and then it blended with the jello!  I also didn't wait long enough for the glaze to cool, so it ran too quickly off of the cake.  Lots of learned lessons.  I plan on doing this again, but it's a LOT of work - two days of doing the layers and toooo many dishes to count!

The first layer of jello crumbled.  Daddy helped Mommy do this over and it sort of came out smoother.

The pretty blue glaze, but I wasn't patient enough to wait for it to go to 98 degrees.

Errrr, the messy lumpy cake/jello/mousse cake.  The mouse wasn't going to get smooth for anything!

With the mirror glaze poured over - it should have been thicker but I didn't let it cool long enough.  You said it tasted yummy and you thought it was pretty.  Thank you, sweet son!

Today is Father's Day!  Mommy gets to share your pictures while you made Daddy's gift!

We are so fortunate to have Daddy.  He is an awesome Daddy with lots of smiles, joy and can fix anything (even jello!).  Daddy wants to teach you so much, not just about things you need to know, but how to treat people and be kind.

And how to be happy.  Which is why the coffee mugs for Daddy was the perfect gift for Father's Day!

Greg ~ Thank you for being you.  I can't imagine raising our beautiful son with anyone but you.  Our family is God's blessing and it was meant to be.  I love you.

As I type this, you, cute boy, are tapping your foot on the bongos, saying, "I'm making a song for Daddy."  You get that from your Daddy - a song in your heart.

Happy Father's Day to my Dad and my Husband and I look forward to the day you become a Daddy too!

Love Always,