letter to littles - Dec

it's the first of the month (not really, sorry, i'm writing this late), which means it's time for the Letters to the Littles.  i'm trying to write a letter to my kids once a month, it's a great exercise, and one i hope you will do to.  just remember, what you say on the Internet is there.  forever.  so don't say something that you're going to regret later.  be smart about it, ok?


Dear Princess, 
     13.  officially a teenager.  the crazyness of school, and boys, and hormones....  yep.  13.  i know we've had most of the major 'talks' (period, body image, birth control), and that things are changing and happening for you faster and in ways that you never imagined.  your dad and i try to respect your privacy, but it would be nice if  you'd come out of your room every once in a while ;)  being a teenager is a crazy time.  trust me i know, i was one a while ago (we're not going to talk about HOW long ago...)  but remember, i'm here for you to talk to when ever you need it.  even when you're at your bio-mom's house, all you have to do is call or send a text.  i will always answer you.  


Dear Bubby,
     this month has been crazy-cakes.  you and i are both adjusting to daddy's new work schedule (we're getting a pretty sweet deal you and me...the WHOLE bed to ourselves!!!)  (with no added snoring!), there has been more often than not sleeping through the night, and your vocabulary has probably doubled.  i love that you're more 'kissy' than you have been in past months.  i love me some baby kisses.  you're new favorite words are 'train' and 'careful'.  i posted pictures on my blog a few days ago about co-sleeping with you.  i hope when you're older you don't mind.  but people need to remember that co-sleeping is safe as long as it's done correctly, and those pictures show that.  it helps that there adorable...  


To Both of You,
     i love you.  so very much.  


Mommy

Letter to Littles

I love this idea from TouchstoneZ about writing a letter to my children each month.  it's a beautiful idea, because they change daily.  i'd like to try to do this on the first of every month, but i'm not going to make it a hard and fast rule.  so here goes:

Princess,
   you are just two months shy of your birthday, and almost a teenager.  you're growing up so fast, and the world is throwing so much at you at once that i sometimes get scared for you.  i know you can handle anything that the universe throws at you, but i want to shield you from as much of the bad stuff as possible.  you're starting to flex your independent muscle and take control of your life.  i love that.  you make good decisions, and it thrills me to no end when you back those decisions up with reasoning.  you are awesome.  but you don't give yourself enough credit sometimes, and you're a hell of a lot smarter and more awesome than you think you are.  but that's part of being a teenager, the self doubt.  so don't let it get to you.  just remember that you rock.  and rock hard.
     oh, and i'm proud of you for finally playing left 4 dead with out having to have all the lights on in the house.  awesome.

Bubby,
   you're slightly over one and a half.  to be honest, i stopped counting the months at 12.  anything after that should be in year (or 'and a half') increments.  you explore your world more and more every day.  and unfortunately for me, have no fear.  what you do have is a nice collection of bruises and scrapes, and at the moment a pretty large goose egg from trying to bounce yourself off nana and papa's headboard.  but you are the happiest and smiley-ist baby that i know, and you don't let anything get you down for long.  you smile at everyone you meet.  everyone.  and they all smile back.  there is something about your loving and open smile that just makes people happy.  you love to cuddle, but can be stingy with the kisses, those are for special occasions only i guess.  your vocabulary has grown by leaps and bounds, and so has your understanding of those words.  i can see sentences coming in the near future.  i can't wait for that.

i love you both.
momma