Firetruck Pajamas

Dear Connor,
You found a new pair of pajamas that you love! They are a pair of firetruck pajamas that you saw at Costco. You saw them and immediately wanted them. It was a Tuesday night and Mommy didn't have money to get them for you, but I promised you I would take you back to Costco the next morning when Daddy got paid to get them. You were very understanding and very excited! The next morning you reminded me that we were going to go back to Costco. I told you that we would go as soon as preschool was over. You ran to get dressed for preschool. As we were standing by the door getting ready to leave I realized I couldn't find the car keys. It turns out that Daddy took the keys to work with him. I explained what happened to you and I could see the disappointment on your face. You asked me for hours when we would get to go to Costco. I kept telling you we'd go when Daddy got home. Finally, you could take it now more and I suggested you call Grammy and see what she was doing. You called her and she didn't answer so you left a message. Then you called again. And again. And again. You were very upset that she wasn't answering and beginning to get panicked about getting these pajamas. Finally, it was nap time and you went to sleep, reluctantly.
Grammy called while you were sleeping and came right over. When you woke up she said, "Did you call me?"
You jumped out of bed and said,"Yes! I called and called and called, but you wouldn't answer!"
She took you to Costco right away and you got your pajamas. You were so thrilled and gave Grammy all the credit for saving the day and for the pajamas. It was cute to see you so excited about this!
You only want to wear your firetruck pajamas now, so we stick to our preschool and church rule. You can wear them whenever, wherever you want but not to preschool or church. So, when you go to preschool that is my opportunity to throw them in the washer and get them clean! I try my hardest to make sure that they are dry before you get home, because as you are walking in the door you are stripping down to change into them.
You're very excited for your birthday. You can't decide what you want to do. I think you really want a Batman party, but you are trying to decide between the Batman party or a Star Wars party. I think you'll end up with the Batman party.
This morning you woke me up and asked me to get you a bar and juice. I asked you if Daddy had gone to work and you said yes. Then a few minutes later you came back in and woke me up to ask why I wasn't getting up and where was your bar and juice. I stumbled out of bed and into the kitchen to realize it was 3 am. Daddy was asleep in Hunter's bed. You were pretty disappointed that you had to go back to bed but I let you take a pop tart with you to ease the pain.
I love you kiddo! I love how you have your favorite things and stick to them. You make my heart happy.
Love Mommy

The only picture of your firetruck pajamas I have right now, I better take care of that today.

Princess Party

Dear Kaylee,
Last week you got an invitation in the mail that only confirmed what you've known all along. You're a princess! You were invited to a princess party. You were so excited!  As soon as you opened the invitation and I told you what it was, you ran to Daddy and showed him, "see, Daddy, see? Princess Arty!"

Daddy hung the invitation up in your room, but it didn't stay there long because everywhere we went that week you took it with you in your Miche bag. You were so cute carrying around your purse and pulling out your invitation to show anyone who even slightly looked your way.

The day of the big party came and we made a whole afternoon out of it. You chose the perfect outfit, complete with tutu. I took you to get a hair cut, we did a little shopping at Target, got dinner at Panda Express, and finally the party.

You loved everything about the party, especially the big pink princess tent and the food. You liked playing with the balloons a lot too. You kept letting go of it and letting it float to the ceiling and then you'd want me to get it for you. I tired of that game quickly so I tied your princess wand (party favor) to it so that it would have more length. You had it stuck in your head that you couldn't reach even though you absolutely could. You kept pushing a toy ride on train over to the balloon and standing up on the train to "reach" the balloon. It was rather humorous.

It was really fun that you got invited to a princess party. The boys kept telling everyone that it was only for "GIRLS." They put an emphasis on that word to make it known that they were not upset because that would be crazy for them to hang out with a bunch of "GIRLS."

When we got home the boys had gone out with Daddy for some "guy" time so we put in a movie and snuggled together in the chair until you told me you were tired and wanted to go to "seep."

It was such a great afternoon with you. I'm so lucky to have such a fun little girl to hang out with. I love you my princess.
Mommy

End of the night, I love how she carries her purse everywhere just like Mommy!"

 

Look at her feet. =0)

Best night ever! Party and Chinese food!

They'll think he's cute

Dear Hunter,
Lately you boys have not wanted anything to do with washing your hair. You won't even let me wet it down to make it look nice. This morning I had just washed my hands and they were still a little wet so I walked over to you and smoothed down your bed head. You immediately began to sob.  You did not want wet hair. I reassured you that your hair wasn't wet and I combed it out with a hairbrush. I then told you how handsome  you were and how cute your hair was. This only made you sob harder.

I continued getting ready for the morning. The crying lasted about ten minutes. Finally, you calmed down enough to have this conversation between sobs:

Mommy, "Hunter, what is wrong? Your hair isn't wet."
Hunter, "All the kids are going to say I'm cute?"
Mommy," Who's going to say you're cute?"
Hunter," All the boys and girls."
Mommy," Why? Because I combed your hair?"
Hunter," Yes."
Mommy, "do they say you're cute a lot?"
Hunter," YES!"
Mommy," You don't want them to say you're cute?"
Hunter,"NO!"
Mommy," Do you want me to mess your hair up?"
Hunter,"YES!"
I ruffled your hair up,"There, you have bed head again."
Hunter," sniffle...sniffle, good."

Oh buddy, I hate to break it to you, but you are cute. You're going to hear that from a lot of people over the course of your life. One day though, you'll see it as a blessing and not a burden. I love you sweetie. I'm sorry I fixed your hair. From now on, bed head it is.
Mommy