Wednesday, June 29, 2011

I'll Meet You There

Dear Isaac,

You're definitely a big boy now that you're three.  You are not, however, old enough to "meet you (me) there".  Today, while walking home from school, you told me that you were going to go to the elevator entrance of the A train and would meet me down there.  I'm pretty sure it would be considered bad parenting for me to allow you to cross the street, walk down the block, get on the elevator, walk through the station, and get on another elevator to the platform by yourself.  You're going to have to stick with me until you're at least 4.  Hope it's just that you want some independence and not that your mother is already embarrassing you at the ripe age of three.

Love,

Mommy

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Golly Gee, Three!

Dear Isaac,

Today is your third birthday.  Hard to believe the time has gone by so quickly.  You woke up this morning proclaiming, "Happy Birthday to me!  I'm so lucky!  I'm so proud!"  You were enthusiastic about opening gifts, and so gracious, saying "thank you!" over and over as you opened them.  You had a great, joint soccer party with your friend Diana, and enjoyed your pizza and cake.  You got lots of nice presents and only had 1.5 meltdowns.  All in all, I think you had a super duper day, and so did I!

I love you bunches and bunches.

Love,

Mommy

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

A Very Merry UnBirthday

Dear Isaac,

You have been obsessed with all things birthday for a few months now.  The obsession over balloons, cake and presents has reached an all-time high this week with your birthday just four short days away.  You've also recently been very imaginative, and play pretend all the time.  Most of your pretend play is based on Team Umizoomi (another obsession of yours), but this morning you decided to pretend it was Eleanor's birthday.  You told her, "Happy Birthday, Eleanor!" over and over and even gave her a gift.  She seemed thrilled with what you picked out, but I'm not sure most would be as enthusiastic about your leftover peach skins.

Love,

Mommy

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Don't Bite the Hand that Feeds You

Dear Eleanor,

I get that it's really fun to say, "Dada", and that he's an all-around fun guy.  However, it is not funny when I ask you to say, "Mama", and you smile coyly, and say, "Dada" instead. 

Love,

Mommy

PS - Actually, your technique is quite good, Daddy will probably eat it up when you're 16 and want to stay out late.  I'm onto your game.  Guess you'll have to wait until your cognition catches up to figure out who makes the rules around here.

Interpretations

Dear Isaac,

It's helpful that you try to translate for Eleanor, but as an interpreter, it is imperative that you respect the sentiment behind what the speaker is saying.  I'm quite certain Eleanor wasn't saying, "I don't want to play in our room with you anymore, Isaac."  I'm pretty sure what she was actually saying is, "This is so much fun, I can't believe it's taken me so long to figure out how to crawl into this paradise." 

Not only did you try to twist her words, by telling me that she wanted to be out in the living room with me and Daddy, but you also tried to guilt trip me into believing you were giving a true translation.  For future reference, yes, I DO like Eleanor, a lot, but that doesn't mean you get to be king of the castle all of the time.

Love,

Mommy

Friday, June 3, 2011

On the Go!

Dear Eleanor,

It took a little while, but you're now very mobile!  You spend your days crawling all over the place and exploring as many wires and electronics as you can get into before I move you.  You even kick to have me put you down when I try to hold you for too long so you can be on your way.  Your knees are getting rough, just like a big kid's!

It's hard to believe you're almost 10 months-old.  If I continue writing to you with the infrequency of late, the next letter will probably be about you getting your driver's license.

Love,

Mommy

Favorites

Dear Isaac,

You are really into favorites - foods, colors, books.  Like most almost 3 year-olds, your tastes change pretty regularly.  You, being wise beyond your years, have perfectly twisted an old expression to express your favorites.  Just now, you told me orange is your favorite color "in the whole week".  I'm not sure it will last even that long, but it's funny none-the-less.


Love,

Mommy