Dear Eleanor,
Anyone who knows you, knows you love to eat. You'll eat anything that's on your plate, your brother's plate, or anyone else's food that might be available to you. Lobster, lima beans, pork chops; you don't discriminate. You don't appreciate people eating in your presence if you're not eating something. Today you were duped by pretend food. Isaac "made" me ice cream in his kitchen and I pretended to eat it. You were very upset that I was "eating" his ice cream, and you were not. You came over to have some, and appropriately pretended to eat bowl after bowl of ice cream.
I'm signing you up for the Coney Island hot dog contest next 4th of July.
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Long Time No Post
Dear Isaac,
I haven't written to you in awhile. Not for lack of fodder, you just say and do so many hilarious things it's hard to write them all down.
Two things you have said recently that I have found particularly funny:
While sitting on the potty, you decided to show your advanced mastery of the English language by speaking in simile. "Mommy, my poop takes a long time to come. Just like the A train."
The other day as you and I were leaving for school, you told Daddy, "Have a good day, Daddy. Don't forget to be a good listener for Eleanor."
Last we were running errands for Eleanor's birthday party and you told me you wanted to go to the store and buy her a present, just from you. You are a really nice brother, so I decided it was a good idea. I'm glad you ultimately decided to get her some Winnie the Pooh characters instead of a Mater car. I'm not sure she likes Mater as much as you do, I think you were projecting.
Other things you love this summer: going to the beach and putting your head under the water, blueberries, the park and children's museums.
I promise to try to keep in touch better from now on.
Love,
Mommy
I haven't written to you in awhile. Not for lack of fodder, you just say and do so many hilarious things it's hard to write them all down.
Two things you have said recently that I have found particularly funny:
While sitting on the potty, you decided to show your advanced mastery of the English language by speaking in simile. "Mommy, my poop takes a long time to come. Just like the A train."
The other day as you and I were leaving for school, you told Daddy, "Have a good day, Daddy. Don't forget to be a good listener for Eleanor."
Last we were running errands for Eleanor's birthday party and you told me you wanted to go to the store and buy her a present, just from you. You are a really nice brother, so I decided it was a good idea. I'm glad you ultimately decided to get her some Winnie the Pooh characters instead of a Mater car. I'm not sure she likes Mater as much as you do, I think you were projecting.
Other things you love this summer: going to the beach and putting your head under the water, blueberries, the park and children's museums.
I promise to try to keep in touch better from now on.
Love,
Mommy
You're One!
Dear Eleanor,
It's hard to believe that you are turning one today. This past year has gone by so fast. You are getting to be such a big girl, trying to stand alone and anxious to walk. Still no teeth, but that doesn't stop you from eating anything you're offered.
You are a smiley little girl who adores her brother. (He thinks you're pretty great too!) You are a joy to be around and rarely cry. We are so happy you are in our family.
I love you bunches and bunches.
Love,
Mommy
It's hard to believe that you are turning one today. This past year has gone by so fast. You are getting to be such a big girl, trying to stand alone and anxious to walk. Still no teeth, but that doesn't stop you from eating anything you're offered.
You are a smiley little girl who adores her brother. (He thinks you're pretty great too!) You are a joy to be around and rarely cry. We are so happy you are in our family.
I love you bunches and bunches.
Love,
Mommy
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