Tuesday, April 19, 2011

I Like to Move It, Move It

Dear Eleanor,

I will always be proud of your achievements, but would rather recognize them when you've actually accomplished them.  For the past several nights, you've been waking up every two hours after 11PM to practice crawling.  Then you get stuck on all fours and cry.  First, you are perfectly capable of rolling over.  Second, I bet you'd learn to crawl more quickly if you practiced when you were fully awake.  Third, I'm over getting up all night.  I need to sleep.  So do you.  How about we make a deal?  I'll make you a sticker chart like your brother's one for using the potty, and will give you a sticker every time you sleep more than 4 hours in a row.

I'd be happy to acknowledge your sleeping achievements as well as your crawling ones.  Let's work on this.

Love,

Mommy

Monday, April 18, 2011

The Shoe's on the Other Foot

Dear Isaac,

It must have been hard for you, as a parent, to have to put Mr. Mono in time out.  I'm sorry he wouldn't listen to you and was eating my shirt.

You put him in the time out chair, and asked him repeatedly why he was in time out, but apparently he didn't listen.  At one point, you even had to tell him to stop laughing, that being on time out isn't funny.

You let him know that when your Mommy and Daddy and your Isaac say to listen, you must listen.

Then Woody got time out too - you didn't seem sure why he was in time out, but thought it was necessary to take a picture of the situation.

I'm glad to see you've got the time out routine down pat (minus the photo).

Love,

Mommy

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Isaac-isms

Dear Isaac,

You say some pretty funny stuff.  Over the past couple of weeks your speech has become very clear.  You have such a way with words.  Recently, some of the following things have come out of your mouth:

"Mommy, you no feel well?  I need to sing you the ABCs."  And after signing...  "You feel better now?!"

"I'm getting mad.  I feel like screaming."

Last night, Grandpa and Marianne were here visiting and we ordered Thai food.  I ordered red snapper.  I did not realize it would arrive whole.  You were sitting next to me and said, "Mommy, your dinner is scaring me.  It's lookin' at me."

"Good morning, LAYDEE."  You say this to Eleanor every morning when she wakes up and each time she gets up from a nap.

"Oh really, Eleanor?"  You say this in response to any noise Eleanor makes.

This evening before Eleanor went to bed you told me, "I'm the good(est) brother in the whole world."  It's probably true.

And just now, trying to get Daddy's attention as he was sitting right by you, "Daddy?  You still here?"

Love,

Mommy

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Identity Crisis

Dear Isaac,

I'm sorry the crossing guard still calls you "baby" everyday, despite the fact that you scream at her "I'm NOT A BABYYYYY" everyday.  It's possible that she can't hear you under her crossing guard hat.  Or the traffic is too loud.  Or she just says that to everyone.  I can't think of any other reason that she doesn't learn her lesson.  Maybe you should introduce yourself tomorrow and she'll call you Isaac instead of baby.

Just trying to make sure you don't scream yourself into tiny tot anger management classes.

Love,

Mommy

Sunday, April 3, 2011

One of the Family

Dear Isaac,

Thanks for following up on the letter about my family drinking.  I think you may be the first 2.5 year-old that waiter last night ever had order a margarita.  Sorry we didn't let you actually get it.  Hope the milk and lemonade were worthy substitutes.

Love,

Mommy