Your mother's personal favorite was holding your father's feet while his 6'5 frame climbed out the upstairs window. We were just trying to get all the toys back that your threw out. All behind your mother's back. Books, some little people, a pair of your sissy's undies, and a shoe. Absolutely unnecessary to be throw on the roof, but what's my idea of fun anyway?
You were such a peach at Mamaw's new home. You threw yourself on the floor, ran away from me at all costs, and then preceded to say, "Night Night," because you were sleeping there.
You have the most adorable face on the planet. So when you hit me or smack me I wonder how someone so cute can be so naughty. Time out at Target for hitting mommy was a good time. And because you are ginormous, people think you are much older which gets your mother the 'look.'
I wouldn't change you for the world. You are a test for this Mama. We will see my grade when you are old enough to read this letter.
Love, Mom
Mamaw's new home. |
Just a peaceful walk on a sunny spring day when... |
BAM. Sebastian derails and runs for the street. |
Sebastian insists on stealing his sissy's princess helmet for her bike. Mowing the lawn can be a serious job. |
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