letters

Dear Hubby,

Why are you still awake?  The kids are asleep and I’m completely ignoring you over here on my PC.  You asked earlier if we could have sex tonight and I said “we’ll see.” Don’t you know me well enough by now to know that that is a NO?  So, an hour ago, you said you were tired and going to bed.  I asked if you could get up with the kids tomorrow since Puddin’ Pop fell asleep at 5:30 and will probably be up at 5:30 am (for the 3rd time this week, she’s trying to stop taking naps), and I still had some work to do and would be up quite late.  I also reminded you that your excuse of me going to bed before you (therefore I should get up with kids) has NOT been the case for the last 3 weeks or more.  You said you would go to bed so you could get up.  You went up, then came back down, and now I feel as though we are trying to see who can outlast the other.  I’m exhausted and want to go to bed, but I will not give you that satisfaction.  I am sleeping in tomorrow!  You will need to get up with the kids, get them breakfast, get them dressed, and get them outside to play.  I will be sleeping.  I know I say this at least once every 2 months and get up by 8:00 anyway, but tomorrow I will not!  Go to bed!

xoxo

Wifey

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These are the letters to Puddin’ Pop.  They started before she was born.

Dear Baby,

We just found out about you yesterday and are very excited to welcome you into our family in May ‘06.  You have the best big brother a baby could get and Boogie is ready to move out of his room so you can have it.  I’m looking forward to growing with you over the next 36 weeks and can’t wait to meet you.

                                                                                               I love you already~

                                                                                                      Mommy

My sweet baby Girl!

We just found out this week that we are being blessed with a girl and couldn’t be more excited.  Your brother thinks we should name you Charlie, but that could be because he just watched Willy Wonka.  19 weeks to go and you are already quite active in mommy’s belly.  I can’t wait to see you my precious angel.

Dear Mom,

I really enjoy all the stories you and Dad have told me over the years, and if I look like I’m not enjoying some, I assure you it’s not due to the repetitiveness.  There are a few stories I have issue with and I’ll explain why.

The story of how you could vacuum under Hubby’s crib and not wake him…

While I admire your extreme need for cleanliness, at all costs, I feel this explains why Hubby has NEVER woken up for the kids, in 5 years, even with a kick and a shove.  Okay, maybe with a kick and a shove, but by then, I’m up anyway, so it doesn’t really count.

The story of how you potty trained your son in just one week…

Again, I commend your dedication.  The fact that you would get up first thing in the morning and put him on the potty, where both of you sat until he went, Wow.  Then going back to the potty every 15 minutes for the same wait (extending the time by 10 minutes each day), complete dedication and I am amazed.  I’m sure others have used this very technique and have been quite successful, however, the fact that, at 40, your son must still sit on the “pot” first thing in the morning, “until he goes”, wasting about 45 minutes a day…not so cute.

Thirdly, and I’ll stop complaining after this.  I do love you both and am extremely grateful for your son and both of you BUT…

You always share with me how you taught your son how to do laundry and iron clothes…

In truth, by not having him do these tasks for himself when he was old enough to do so, you only taught him an expectation.  How to expect his clothes to look after someone else washes and irons them.  Bit of bad news, I DON’T IRON!

Dear Ob-Gyn’s,
I sincerely appreciate all you do for all us ladies. I’m sure your job is quite stressful at times as well as possibly quite disgusting, you are truly dedicated people who ensure our “hoo-hoo’s” (my 2 year old’s term for hers) are well looked after.

Childbirth is a miracle, and what you do to support us up to the event as well as during is miraculous as well. Technology has come so far in the past 40 years.  My MIL wasn’t even awake during the birth of her only child.  I couldn’t't imagine not being a part of that process.  Pregnancy tests now come with a digital readout, although for those that get that one because they can’t figure out the +/- or the double -, I really hope the digital reads “negative”, just my opinion though. We have all sorts of great “drugs” to numb the pain, and I am truly grateful for those. We now have birthing “rooms”, fully equipped with a bed for hubby (or mom, or friend), TV, and a jacuzzi tub. We are now encouraged to bring all sorts of relaxing things such as music, candles, and “focus” items. We can get 3 and 4D imaging of our baby while still in the womb, to see exactly what they look like. Every possible test is available to “prepare” us in the event that out child is not born “perfect”, although, I’m sure even the ones that aren’t, are perfect in their parents hearts.

With all this technology, and more to come, I have but one question…Is anything being done to update the method in which a women’s “dilation” is checked? I mean, seriously, there has to be something better than the current test that every member of the staff performs every 15 minutes. Please, while I do not plan on having any more children myself, for the others who will, lets spend a wee bit of time and thought, and a little cash, to develop some type of “gadget” to test this.

Peace, 

Mommyto2

                                               Puddin’ Pop  Loves the Water

                                 Puddin’ Pop and Boogie Cooling Off                   

                                                             Boogie Slays The Bear

I started a journal for my son just as he turned one.  I will share some of those entries here.

My Dearest Boogie,

It’s so hard to believe you’re almost one.  You have brought so much joy and happiness to so many lives and I am so grateful that you are mine.

I have loved you since the moment I knew you were coming and a little more every day since.  You amaze me with your daredevil spirit, unafraid of anything.  You’ve been climbing the stairs since you were 10 months old, you currently like to climb onto the lazy-boy chairs and “dive” off.  You’ve also dove off the end of the bed a couple times, flipping into a pile of clothes.

You are the sweetest boy a mother could ever dream of.  You never spit up, and I mean never, not once.  You always have a bright smile on your face, and even when concentrating on toys or a video, you always respond to your name with a big huge smile.

Dear Neighbor,
I wanted to personally write you a letter to apologize for the “eyesore” in our back yard. While it was not our intention to have the kids pool up this long, or for it to get “green” there were extenuating circumstances that pulled us away from the task of getting it drained in a timely fashion.

I started draining the pool 3 weeks ago and was diligent to drain several hundred gallons every other day, so as NOT to flood the yard next to us or behind us (yours). I realize my mistake and will make sure next year to siphon it ALL through the hose and let the water flood wherever it may, probably towards the back of our property, so this won’t happen again. Anyway, when my husband was rushed by ambulance 2 weeks ago to the hospital, and then had to stay for 4 days, I lost track of this pool project and thus it looks the way it does now. I’m sorry.

Thank you so much for calling Codes and Compliance, the nice man and I had a good laugh that someone would call over something so petty. While the nice man could not tell me who the complaint came from, I recall watching you clear the bushes, and weeds from your back fence line (and throwing all the crap into our yard) thus exposing your new view to our yard, just days before the complaint came in. I’m not mad, I’m sure you had good reason to call, and I’m writing this letter to open up the communication between us, so next year when I flood your yard emptying the pool, you can just come to the cleared fence line and tell me your displeasure to my face.

Sincerely,
Your neighbor with the “green” pool.