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Darling Puddin’ Pop,

Up until a couple months ago, you would not even eat bread.  Not toast, not a sandwich, a roll or anything.  Then we took you and Boogie to feed the ducks and you decided if it was good enough for them, you would try it.  The ducks didn’t get much bread from you on your first duck feed outing, but you ate 2.5 hamburger buns.

Now you have a bread fetish.  Every night, just before bed time, you want a piece of bread.  Nothing on it.  Just a plain piece of bread.  This hasn’t really been an issue, until this last week.

The boys are already in bed or upstairs trying to go to sleep.  I’m dropping EC’s or chatting with my Mommy’s group, and you are watching “Wonder Pets”, enjoying your bread.  Then you ask for help.

me: “Help with what sweetie?”

you: “The Bread.”

me: “What’s wrong with the bread?”

you: “It’s stuck.”

me: “It’s stuck?  You mean it’s stuck to the plate?”

you: (with your finger wedged up your nose) “No, it’s stuck here.”

Yes, my precious Angel.  On two occasions this week you have stuffed bread up your nose.  And I’m talking STUFFED!

I pinch your opposite nostril and tell you to “blow”, after three or four tries a large, slimy bread booger comes flying out and lands across the room.  Mommy says “Please don’t do that anymore, it’s dangerous and icky.”  You smile and say “There’s more.”

We repeat the step above and launch the second bread booger that was so far up I couldn’t even see it

Two days later  you apparently needed to check out the size of the other nostril, because you stuffed IT!

I love you.  Please stop stuffing bread up your nose, it grosses mommy out!

Dear Boog,

I  am so sorry that I totally spaced on today being career day.  When you reminded me, I looked everywhere for the note that was sent home, positive that it did not have today’s date on it.  I looked through the piles of work and notes you have brought home so far this year, and could not find it.  It was on the refrigerator, and it was today.  I am so sorry.

You were allowed to dress up in the career “uniform” of your choice.  Since you were not dressed in a career uniform, and instead were wearing jeans and a grey turtleneck, you chose to tell the class you were going to be a runner.  I am amazed that you were that creative and proud of you for saying anything since you really do not like to stand up in class.

You amaze me every day with how confident you are becoming and how well you are adjusting to the new schedule, with school all day.

I hope you can forgive me for not dressing you in a career outfit, and hope you believe me that the one you wanted to wear, would not have been appropriate. 

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All My Love,
Mom

Dear Boogie and Puddin’ Pop,

Not only do I love you both more than words can say, I am delighted that you (mostly) enjoy each others company as well.  I hope you are always close and cherish each other.  Your relationship is just starting and now that you can both verbalize your feelings, you seem to “sneak” off and do things together.

While many kids these days are hooked on TV and video games, you both would rather be outside.  Don’t get me wrong, we watch TV and play video games on the Wii and the computer, and some days for more time than we should, but if it’s not raining, you want to be outside running, riding bikes or just hanging out.  I took this picture of the two of you today while you were fishing.  I hope you can have lots of fishing trips together.

All My Love,

Mommy

Puddin’ Pop, 

OMG!  you were way too cute today in your first dance class.  It’s a Pre Dance class with no Mommies allowed.  The girls are all 2-3 and you were so independent and ran right in.  It took poor Miss Tracey about 15 minutes to get the girls settled and “off their mommie’s legs” and you waited patiently, running and exploring the room.  Some Mommy’s were sad that their girls were okay, while others were frustrated that their’s wouldn’t let go.  I felt nothing but pride as you entered the room enthusiastically and got ready to participate.  You had so much fun and I so enjoyed watching the joy in your eyes.

You are my pride and joy (and your brother too) and I am so glad to have this time alone with you (Boogie is in Kindergarten) to watch and help you grow.  I hope you continue to be independent and “sassy” and always remain true to yourself.  I love you with all my heart.

Mommy

PS~ Sorry I have no pictures, the one way glass made it difficult and none of them showed up without the white lines from the glass.

I appreciate the fact that this is your first year as president as I am new to this whole PTA thing myself.  I’m not sure what I thought the whole PTA experience would be like, but I feel slighted.  Our first meeting of the year was you reading the budget, line by line, while in the background, was a nice slide show of the kids first day of school, this was not only distracting, but a visual of the budget might have been a better option for the group to follow along.  Was this an oversight or intentional? 

Tonight we had a Room Mom meeting and the woman in charge of this project was afraid to say anything, even though the info was typed up and right in front of her (in front of all of us actually).  You turned the meeting over to her, and then proceeded to conduct the meeting 1 minute later.  I had to laugh (to myself) when the poor woman said to make sure to call her with any questions.?  What is the process for choosing these individuals and how do I get more involved?  I really think you could use the help.

 Thanks for stopping by.  I’m assuming your EC dropping but hope you like what you read and will come back.  This is my 3rd blog.  While I originally got into the blogging business to see if I could make a little extra cash, this blog is my outlet to voice my opinions and is a little more “me” than the others.  I share more of my true feelings and what I’m about here and take the opportunity to use my wit and sarcasm that I have had to curb since the addition of children.  This is also the blog that my family does NOT know about.  I may/have vented some frustrations and would never want to hurt their feelings.  That being said, please feel free to stop by anytime and tell me what you think.

You know who you are.  We meet up in our (my) dreams and it still gives me that same feeling I had so long ago.   We used to meet up more often (in those dreams) but it seems as time goes on, our “visits” become less and less. 

You have your family and I have mine.  We both swore that we would NEVER get divorced due to the fact that we both came from “broken” families and we wanted better for our children and believed that meant two parents in the same house.  I wonder, 20+ years later, if you still feel the same way.  I would never want my children to grow up without their father and I think this makes me work harder at making my relationship work.

I will always treasure the 5 years we spent together and there will always be a part of me that wonders “what if…”.  We shared so many “firsts” together and you were my best friend before we “took it to the next level”.  I will always love you and only wish the best for you.  I hope you are truly happy, know you are a great father, and wonder if you ever think of me.

Fondly,

Me

Dear Mom,

     Can I call you Mom?

It’s been 40 years since we last saw each other and I just wanted to let you know what’s been going on in my life.

I grew up just fine.  I have two brothers, one is a couple years older and the other is a year and 6 days younger.  We had a ton of fun as kids and grew up in a kid friendly neighborhood with lots of friends to play with on our street.

I did very well inschool, participated in several varsity sports, had several “best” friends and one boyfriend during High School.  I went to Michigan State and then started a career as a restaurant manager in 1998.

I moved to Virginia in 1993 and met my husband 6 months later.  We were married in 1999 and our precious son (your grandson) was born in July of 2003.  We were then blessed with our little angel (your granddaughter) in April 2006.

Overall I am very satisfied with how my life turned out.  It wasn’t perfect, and sometimes far from it, but I believe I am a very resilient and positive person as well as stubborn and independent.  I’m assuming I got those qualities from you, so thanks.

I have thought about you often and have even looked for you (internet searches) on several occasions, with no luck.  I want you to know how brave I feel your decision to give me up was.  I am not upset or disappointed, and only hope that giving me up (at birth) allowed you to live the life you had always dreamed of.  I will always love you for giving me life.

Lovingly,

Your Daughter