Friday’s Letters

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I linked up with Ashley over at TheSweetSeasonBlog.com for Friday’s Letters. Enjoy my Friday’s Letters.

Dear S, I can’t believe when I was cooking your carrots last night you actually tried them.  Granted they were already pureed but you did without me having to bribe you.  Your first words, “I like them.”  Duh!  I told you that you ate them up until you were about 2 and the stopped.  You could not believe you hate them whole (cooked).  Then you asked if you could have them in your smoothie for tonight.  I think that can be arranged.  If you really like them we may have to look into adding carrots to our garden for next year.

Dear B, Thank you for getting up yesterday after only sleeping for three hours and taking S to zoo school.  He talked all night about seeing the bugs and how you guys went together “just me and dada.”  I don’t think I would have pet the cockroach, so I know S would not have touched with me either if I had taken him.

Dear Baby A, It has been fun watching you.  Although I will still get to see you all the time I will miss our time together. I’m sure we will still spend quality time together until it gets cold outside and all the neighbors go inside for the winter.  Then it will only be once in a while until next spring!

Dear Target, I didn’t make it to you yesterday.  I am not sure if I am going to see you at all this week.  I just don’t feel like going, maybe I am coming down with something since I don’t want to visit.

Dear Tigers, What is going on?  You’re up then your down.  Make up your mind and quit with the suspense already.  It is killing me.  I cannot take my eyes off the screen because I might miss an unbelievable play.  Thank goodness I have DVR and can rewind it to watch again.

Dear Toy Story of TERROR, You were not at all what I expected.  I thought you were going to be about Halloween, but far from it.  S loved it and has asked to watch it like a million times already.  I only let him watch it once yesterday but he would have watched it all day if I had let him.

Dear PJ, I am so tired of having empty laundry baskets all over my bed because that is the only way to keep you off of it.  I have even started taking naps and sleeping at night (when B is working) with them on the bed because you like to creep up on the bed when I am sleeping.  If you didn’t shed and smell like a dog so bad I wouldn’t mind, but get the hint and sleep on your own bed!

 

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Disclaimer: I have never claimed to be any great writer. So any mistakes that are made are my fault. Sometimes I mix up names B, S, and P, but I think you can figure out who I am talking about. If you find any grammatical errors just fix it in your mind so it sounds right.