The First Letter
Hi Daddio,
Mom had this great idea the other day while driving. She thought we could start a blog with letters to you. Since you are traveling a lot and miss out on a lot of the little things me and Aves do, she thought it would be cool to keep a blog to update you. You can write to me in this blog too, if you want. Mostly Mom just wants to capture some of the little things for you---and you can read it whenever you want. Also, Mom wants me to warn you that she will probably write like she's me and as herself, and accidentally interchange voices---but that you should just ignore it and just deal with whatever grammatical nightmares she throws your way.
That being said: In the middle of the night last night I woke up and told Mom all about a truck in the ditch and how we needed to get it out. I was definitely asleep but I still was coherent, and quite adamant. Mom hushed me back to sleep. Then today at naptime, Mom remembered my middle of the night ramblings and asked me about the truck in the ditch. I remembered it was an ice cream truck. I am starting to have really vivid dreams. In fact, today when Mom said to me, on the way back from the library, "After lunch you have to take a nap" I said, "No, if you make me take a nap, I will deafly have nightmares." She asked me about what, and I told her monsters. She tried to tell me that monsters aren't necessarily mean, they could be our friends, but I told her that my friends are not monsters. Braxton and Brayden are boys, not monsters. When she told me I could say hi to monsters and talk to them and try to be their friends instead of being scared, I really laughed at that.
After lunch I was bored. But I don't know the word "boring". So I came to mama and I said, "Mama, I'm starving because I want to watch Dora." Mom really laughed at that. She told me that starving means "really hungry" and I thought that was funny. Arthur said it once on his show, but clearly I didn't pick up on contextual clues enough to know what it meant.
This morning on Barney they were playing instruments so I went and got a metal mixing bowl and my plastic hammer and banged along on the bowl to the beat of the music. I always love to play along when there is music on tv. AveryKate came along and tried to swipe my hammer. Actually, she did swipe it. Then she tried to swipe my bowl, but Mom stopped her and made her give the hammer back. Boy can that girl scream. Mom got her another bowl and a meat tenderizer and we both sat on the floor and beat our "drums". It was fun. Mom wanted to take a picture but the living room had toys and clothes all over it so she didn't want to capture that view for posterity.
AveryKate woke me up this morning. Mom kept her quiet in the living room for over an hour but she snuck away from Mom and threw open the bedroom door and said, "BABEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" which woke me up. Not sure why that little peanut of a girl is calling ME a baby.
I miss you a lot Dad. You are my favorite person to read books and count numbers and go to the park with. I love when you throw me on your bed and I love when you bring me cold water at night. I hope you are having fun in Connecticut. Mom says working isn't all that great, but that someone has to bring home the jr bacon cheeseburger. Thanks for doing that for us.
Love,
B.O.B
Mom had this great idea the other day while driving. She thought we could start a blog with letters to you. Since you are traveling a lot and miss out on a lot of the little things me and Aves do, she thought it would be cool to keep a blog to update you. You can write to me in this blog too, if you want. Mostly Mom just wants to capture some of the little things for you---and you can read it whenever you want. Also, Mom wants me to warn you that she will probably write like she's me and as herself, and accidentally interchange voices---but that you should just ignore it and just deal with whatever grammatical nightmares she throws your way.
That being said: In the middle of the night last night I woke up and told Mom all about a truck in the ditch and how we needed to get it out. I was definitely asleep but I still was coherent, and quite adamant. Mom hushed me back to sleep. Then today at naptime, Mom remembered my middle of the night ramblings and asked me about the truck in the ditch. I remembered it was an ice cream truck. I am starting to have really vivid dreams. In fact, today when Mom said to me, on the way back from the library, "After lunch you have to take a nap" I said, "No, if you make me take a nap, I will deafly have nightmares." She asked me about what, and I told her monsters. She tried to tell me that monsters aren't necessarily mean, they could be our friends, but I told her that my friends are not monsters. Braxton and Brayden are boys, not monsters. When she told me I could say hi to monsters and talk to them and try to be their friends instead of being scared, I really laughed at that.
After lunch I was bored. But I don't know the word "boring". So I came to mama and I said, "Mama, I'm starving because I want to watch Dora." Mom really laughed at that. She told me that starving means "really hungry" and I thought that was funny. Arthur said it once on his show, but clearly I didn't pick up on contextual clues enough to know what it meant.
This morning on Barney they were playing instruments so I went and got a metal mixing bowl and my plastic hammer and banged along on the bowl to the beat of the music. I always love to play along when there is music on tv. AveryKate came along and tried to swipe my hammer. Actually, she did swipe it. Then she tried to swipe my bowl, but Mom stopped her and made her give the hammer back. Boy can that girl scream. Mom got her another bowl and a meat tenderizer and we both sat on the floor and beat our "drums". It was fun. Mom wanted to take a picture but the living room had toys and clothes all over it so she didn't want to capture that view for posterity.
AveryKate woke me up this morning. Mom kept her quiet in the living room for over an hour but she snuck away from Mom and threw open the bedroom door and said, "BABEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" which woke me up. Not sure why that little peanut of a girl is calling ME a baby.
I miss you a lot Dad. You are my favorite person to read books and count numbers and go to the park with. I love when you throw me on your bed and I love when you bring me cold water at night. I hope you are having fun in Connecticut. Mom says working isn't all that great, but that someone has to bring home the jr bacon cheeseburger. Thanks for doing that for us.
Love,
B.O.B
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