Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Random Letters and Random Photos

Dear Lady Whistling All Through TJ Maxx,
While your operatically delivered rendition of elevator musak by the jewelry counter, and in the juniors' section, the shoes, home goods, and fitting room is impressive, you are not quite as good as you think you are. I hereby order you to cease and desist immediately.

Signed,
The Management

 (Dinner a few weeks ago - Grilled Zucchini and Tomato Stackers)

My Dear Sweet Gavin,
Your lithp kills me softly, especially when you use it while we're in the car, bursting out into your Number One Smash, "Cupcakes Are The Best," or when, after Gotye's "Somebody That I Used To Know" came on last night, and your face broke into the HUGEST Gavin-like grin, and you declared, "Thith thong maketh me thmile," or when, before bed last night, and I was doing criss-cross applesauce on your back, and you giggled and shivered and said, "That maketh me tho cold," and snuggled under the covers. You are my favorite.

Love love love,
Mommy

P.S.
Don't tell Scarlett and Simon I said that...

My Pretty Scarley Girl,
Even though I think Grandma was somewhat mortified when, after Bible school the other night while leaving your offering at the front of the church full of attendees, you took it upon yourself to grab the live mic laying there (I mean, WHO leaves a live microphone laying around when there are toddlers in da house????), and you picked it up and immediately said, "Talk Talk Talk Talk Talk," into it (not actually talking, but just saying the word Talk???), I secretly thought it was brilliant. And I'm pretty sure it means you're destined for the stage some day. You are so my favorite.

Love love love,
Mommy

P.S.
Don't tell your brothers I said that...

My Little Man Simon Jack Attack,
While 4 years old is a hard age, I will admit, and there HAS been a full moon, is it absolutely necessary to have a shrieking fit when Daddy tells you not to climb on the cabinets? I'm not sure that is QUITE the appropriate response. And while I'm sure you are devastated by not getting to climb on said cabinets, and are clearly in the throes of unprecedented agony, I can't help but laugh at your response, just a little. YOU are my favorite.

Love love love,
Mommy

P.S.
Don't tell the others I said that, mmm'kay?

Dear Cherries,
I want to make sweet, sweet love to you.

True story.
Shan


(You read about this here. Do yourself a favor and GET THIS IN YO MOUF NOW. Unlike those drunken nights in college, you won't regret it).

Merci!
Shan

1 comments:

Noe @ ADELLA AVENUE said...

I love these notes to your kids! So sweet.