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Dear Jack Frost,

I really need your help.  I came to live with this very nice family 5 years ago.  They treat me well, and show me off to all their friends and neighbors every December.  This family has 2 small children.  The little one gives me a hug every time she passes by. 

The problem is, these kids think I look just fine in their front yard.  I sit here every year, on this itchy grass, and they don’t even realize that I look out of place.  Could you please help me and them out.  I would really prefer to sit on some nice pillowy snow this year.  I’m getting tired of the itchy butt and these kids deserve some snow to play in.

Bottom line:  I look stupid sitting in the grass and the only ones who get that is the Mom that lives here and me.  So please, Mr. Frost, could we have a little snow this year?

Your Friend,

Frosty

Dear EntreCarders,

I just recently became aware of the situation with Turnip.  I visit his blog regularly and will miss not dropping cards on him, but Seriously?

I do not visit the EC forum that often and am not aware of all the drama that ensues.  I understand that there are faithful users who have tried to make the site more user friendly, others who have made suggestions, and some who just feel as though they are not being heard…but, Seriously?

Why personally attack a guy who was thoughtful enough to develop this service and give it to you for FREE?  Maybe it was a joke, maybe it was to stand out, maybe it was an intentional cruelty by a member who thinks they can develop a better platform.  I don’t know, and I don’t care.  Here is what I know:

You were selling EC credits on you sites and taking money away from the guy who gave them to you, which in my book is stealing.  If you want to “get stuff” and make a profit re-selling it…check out ebay.

You are now upset with the new terms and think it is unfair.  You are trash talking a guy who is only trying to “make it” just as you are.  Where’s all the camaraderie now?

Someone gives you a free service, works to make it the best advertising for your site, and when he changes the rules you yell foul?  How about instead of all the name calling, you just quit using the service? 

I’m not suggesting by any means that people should leave entrecard.  I have found the service very valuable and have met some very interesting people and blogs that I would not have met if not for the service.  I am grateful.

You do not have to share my opinion, but be realistic.  If someone gives you something for free…say Thank You, don’t demean their character because the free thing isn’t exactly what you wanted or transformed into something else.

Darling Puddin’ Pop,

I know I’m always telling you how proud of you I am.  It’s the truth.  You amaze me every day with all the things you do.  I am especially proud of your independent spirit and your willingness and insistence on doing things for yourself.

We are still working on the potty training thing.  I’m taking my cues from you.  No stress.  You just let me know when you have to go, and sometimes you just go by yourself.  We’ll continue to work on the whole pulling up of the pants.  I’ll also continue to remind you about not needing to completely disrobe before going potty and the unacceptability of staying that way after your done.

Two nights ago you awoke and came to let me know you needed to use the potty.  Way to go!  Last night you did the same and I was once again so proud.  By the 7th time in one hour (no lie), at 1:00am, I was begging you to just go in your pull up.  I’m sorry for that.  Mommy was just super tired and and the couple of drops you tinkled hardly made it worth it for me.  But it’s really not about me, is it?  I’m glad you made me get up and take you.  I’m even more elated that it didn’t last more than an hour and thankful that you weren’t getting a UTI.

I hope you will be able to sleep better tonight… in the bathtub… next to the potty.

I love you,

Mom 

Dear Hubby,

While I do not expect you to be able to multi-task like a WAHM (Me), I would like to see you be able to do more than one thing at a time.  Like while your waiting for something to heat up in the microwave. Instead of standing there for 3 minutes, maybe you could wash a couple dishes or put some of the clean ones I washed away?

Yesterday we both went upstairs to take a shower at the same time.  I purposely paid attention to what I did, as you often think I do nothing, and here is what happened.  You went into your bathroom.  I sorted and put away a basket (equivalent to 4 loads) of clothes in all the appropriate drawers in the right rooms.  I took my shower, got dressed, got all the dirty laundry from upstairs and hauled it to the garage, folded the laundry in the dryer, put clothes from washer into dryer and started a new load in washer.  I got both kids dressed and finished getting myself ready (makeup, hair, brushed teeth).  I washed the dishes from breakfast and sat to check some email before you emerged from the bathroom.

What could you possibly have been doing for all that time?  

Love,

Wifey

Dear Boogie,

I had your (my) first teacher conference last week.  I could not be more proud.  Your teacher says you are doing very well.  You are in the top reading group and will be working with the rest of your group on site words starting really soon.  Your teacher also informed me of your PAL assessments that were just completed.  The benchmark for the beginning of the year is 28%.  The benchmark for the end of the year is 86%.  You tested at 85%.  I almost cried. 

You are the light of my life and I love you more than anything. 

Ms. H (your teacher) and Mrs. L (teacher’s assistant) both commented on what a nice, respectful, little boy you are.  I just wish they would send that kid home.

All my love,

Mom

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.