Friday night’s menu featured breakfast for dinner - eggs, sausage and toast; a majority of the family’s favorite…Scott had fish. After dinner game night was on. I had purchased Uno Attack a few years ago and I honestly don’t even remember why but I finally had a reason to blow the dust off and shuffle the deck.
Uno Attack is pretty much like your old school Uno with a few exceptions…randomness, unpredictability and a card launcher that shows no mercy. You may think you are in the home stretch with your “UNO” card then the player before you lays down a Wild Hit-Fire card and you hit the launcher until it shoots out cards. We had a blast…high fives…finger pointing and the holding of one’s breath could be heard quite simultaneously.
I took the early lead with my old school skillz but then Scott and Seth soon caught on and the unpredictability and randomness reared its ugly head. We all had “UNO” at one point in the game but 45 minutes later Seth prevailed as the champion. Apparently he has a little winning streak going.
We had a great time. Every “attack” brought laughs and the use of hand muscles we never thought we had with holding a big o’ stack of cards…Scott.
This Friday Nana and Papa will get to share in our “game night” experience. I thought of doing fondue for dinner but then I was promptly reminded turkey ought to be on the menu for most of the weekend. I guess I will have to get creative…pin the leg on the turkey anyone…
Monday, November 23, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Game Night - Trouble
Friday night marked the first of many Friday night game nights for the Wayne family. After checkerboard sandwiches and domino cookies were devoured and Sage was snug as a bug in bed we broke out Trouble.
The friendly game turned into fierce competition as Seth and Scott took early leads getting their guys off home. I sat there roll after roll as more of a spectator than actual participator, my speculation is the dice were rigged in an Ocean’s thirteen type fashion, frightened of the reputation that precedes me.
Finally, the boys decided I sat on the sidelines long enough and the 6’s started rolling my way and true to form I started picking them off one by one. The lead exchanged hands at least four or five times finally ending with Seth the victor.
Seth celebrated his victory with fever, chills, vomiting and overall feeling of ickiness the remainder of the weekend. Evidently it was a 24 hour thing or he has a super human immune system.
All is well on this day.
The friendly game turned into fierce competition as Seth and Scott took early leads getting their guys off home. I sat there roll after roll as more of a spectator than actual participator, my speculation is the dice were rigged in an Ocean’s thirteen type fashion, frightened of the reputation that precedes me.
Finally, the boys decided I sat on the sidelines long enough and the 6’s started rolling my way and true to form I started picking them off one by one. The lead exchanged hands at least four or five times finally ending with Seth the victor.
Seth celebrated his victory with fever, chills, vomiting and overall feeling of ickiness the remainder of the weekend. Evidently it was a 24 hour thing or he has a super human immune system.
All is well on this day.
He speaks with a whistle after each word...
You lost your first tooth Friday at school...
The tooth fairy was very generous a whole...$2! Inflation has sky rocketed, $.25 was the going rate back in my day.
The tooth fairy was very generous a whole...$2! Inflation has sky rocketed, $.25 was the going rate back in my day.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Halloween 2009
Seth displaying his Mummy Dogs and candy sushi. 
Twins...four years apart!
Too cool for school!
Who are you and what have you done with my brother!
My big boy...
Mohawk boy
Who...me?
Twins...four years apart!
Too cool for school!
Who are you and what have you done with my brother!
My big boy...
Mohawk boy
Who...me?
Monday, October 26, 2009
“It’s all over me…how am I ok?”
Last night as we were finishing up dinner as a family Seth was eating his mandarin oranges out of his cup while the Sage was roaming around the kitchen looking for mischief. He found it…
While Seth was correcting a quote I had said moments before…”It’s not how about those apples…It is how about THEM apples”. Which was funny in itself…Sage comes by and grabs Seth’s cup and spills the oranges…juice and everything onto Seth and the floor. I go over to clean it up and tell Seth he is ok…where he replies…”It’s all over me…how am I ok?”
While Seth was correcting a quote I had said moments before…”It’s not how about those apples…It is how about THEM apples”. Which was funny in itself…Sage comes by and grabs Seth’s cup and spills the oranges…juice and everything onto Seth and the floor. I go over to clean it up and tell Seth he is ok…where he replies…”It’s all over me…how am I ok?”
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Too long...
Hello Boys…miss me? Yes, it has been quite a while since your last update and I apologize for that. Life happens as you well know and sometimes you just have to roll with it.
Last time I checked in...Bug, you were dating and Monkey, you were trying to crawl. What a difference 8 months makes.
Bug, you graduated from Pre-K and are now officially a Kindergartener. I am beside myself typing that out. Your first day of Kindergarten was not outwardly as emotional as I thought it would be. I believe you are responsible for that…you were simply amazing. You handled yourself with such confidence and poise. I was in awe as I watched with joy as you walked to your class, put your backpack and lunch away and sat at your assigned seat and did you thing. I could tell your Dad and I were no longer needed so we said our goodbyes and left you to begin your formal education endeavors. I shed a tear or two on my way to work but it was because I was so proud of you and the hard work you have put in over the last year. You have come so far.
Monkey you are now in suite 150. When I last reported you had just moved to 100. Let’s just say the transition to 150 was not as seamless as 100. I think there were several factors going on. Teething…which is very difficult on you AND we had just returned from an extended vacation in San Diego. It took you a couple of weeks to get acclimated but true to form you adapted and you now love your class…only to begin preparations for transitioning into 200 by the end of this month. In only three months. Monkey…they tell me you are moving up because you are advanced and this is a true statement but I also wonder how much of it has to do with the biting…boy…you are a biter.
Of course you are walking, running and talking now. You started walking around the end of May and have not looked back. I love when I walk into a room and you run to me with the biggest smile on your face. My heart swells when I see you do that to your Dad as well.
You are a good eater. I must say much better than your brosef. I do not have anything specific that you do not like. A few of your favorites: Avocadoes, Lox, scrambled eggs, pancakes, donuts, ravioli, hot dogs, bananas, applesauce, sausage, yogurt, just to name a few, I could go on. I hope beyond hope that you do not ever lose your zest for trying new foods.
Well boys this summer started out with a vacation to San Diego to see the grandparents, aunt and cousins. Monkey, this was your first airplane ride. Uphill you did great. You even slept for 20 minutes…downhill on the way back…no dice. Let’s just say I got to know the flight attendants really well on our flight.
We stayed nine days and I think we succeeded and showing the both of you a good time. Bug, you played and played with your cousins, in the house, at the beach, at mema’s, and while picking strawberries. You spent the night at Aunt Stefanie’s a couple of times and one night a Nana and Papa’s. You did great. You were exhausted every day.
Monkey, this was a good trip for you too. You met your cousins and your Aunt for the first time. And you discovered your love for strawberries while in the strawberry fields.
It was so close to your birthday’s that Mema, Nana and Papa had a party for you. Both of you had a great time opening presents and eating cake. I was so glad you both were able to share your celebrations with your California family.
When we returned we got into the swing of a summer routine. Bug, your school offered swimming lessons during the day and we signed you up and who knew you were a fish. Sunday mornings are our family pool mornings and your Dad and I were floored the first time we saw you swim. One of the lifeguards even made a comment on how good your technique is. Of course…you never do anything halfway.
Monkey, you are the post child for water babies. You love the water and we so enjoyed our family time playing with you boys at the pool.
Bug, you received your yellow belt in Tae Kwon Do a few weeks ago. I haven’t been going to your classes because your brother wants to play with the big boys and he is too little right now. I was very impressed when I came to your testing. Again, what a difference a year makes. Very mature and confident, I am so proud of you.
Monkey you are talking up a storm. You say banana, stinky…and when I ask if you are stinky you will run and get me a diaper and lay down on the floor. You can say down and my suspicion is because when we go to the grocery store on Sunday afternoons I am constantly telling you to sit down. Your first word…other than Dada and Mama was shhoooooe? When you say it you sound like you are asking a question. Just last week you learned A-choo when I was singing “On Top of Ole Smokey” to you.
You have fallen in love with your bear and the two of you are starting to become inseparable. Right now you have a molar coming in on the bottom left and those bad boys wreak havoc with your system. Thankfully we are near the end of that milestone…at least while you cannot articulate your feelings.
I also have to add you are the most accident prone child since…well…me. We have been to the emergency clinic twice, x-rays, an ambulance ride and had an overnight at Texas Children’s…all before you were one. We need to work on getting you off that frequency.
This is long post but I had a lot to catch up on. My promise to you both is that I will keep up with this blog on a more regular basis from now on. The memories are too priceless to let fall by the wayside.
I love you both very much. Thanks for letting me by your mom.
Love,
Mom
Last time I checked in...Bug, you were dating and Monkey, you were trying to crawl. What a difference 8 months makes.
Bug, you graduated from Pre-K and are now officially a Kindergartener. I am beside myself typing that out. Your first day of Kindergarten was not outwardly as emotional as I thought it would be. I believe you are responsible for that…you were simply amazing. You handled yourself with such confidence and poise. I was in awe as I watched with joy as you walked to your class, put your backpack and lunch away and sat at your assigned seat and did you thing. I could tell your Dad and I were no longer needed so we said our goodbyes and left you to begin your formal education endeavors. I shed a tear or two on my way to work but it was because I was so proud of you and the hard work you have put in over the last year. You have come so far.
Monkey you are now in suite 150. When I last reported you had just moved to 100. Let’s just say the transition to 150 was not as seamless as 100. I think there were several factors going on. Teething…which is very difficult on you AND we had just returned from an extended vacation in San Diego. It took you a couple of weeks to get acclimated but true to form you adapted and you now love your class…only to begin preparations for transitioning into 200 by the end of this month. In only three months. Monkey…they tell me you are moving up because you are advanced and this is a true statement but I also wonder how much of it has to do with the biting…boy…you are a biter.
Of course you are walking, running and talking now. You started walking around the end of May and have not looked back. I love when I walk into a room and you run to me with the biggest smile on your face. My heart swells when I see you do that to your Dad as well.
You are a good eater. I must say much better than your brosef. I do not have anything specific that you do not like. A few of your favorites: Avocadoes, Lox, scrambled eggs, pancakes, donuts, ravioli, hot dogs, bananas, applesauce, sausage, yogurt, just to name a few, I could go on. I hope beyond hope that you do not ever lose your zest for trying new foods.
Well boys this summer started out with a vacation to San Diego to see the grandparents, aunt and cousins. Monkey, this was your first airplane ride. Uphill you did great. You even slept for 20 minutes…downhill on the way back…no dice. Let’s just say I got to know the flight attendants really well on our flight.
We stayed nine days and I think we succeeded and showing the both of you a good time. Bug, you played and played with your cousins, in the house, at the beach, at mema’s, and while picking strawberries. You spent the night at Aunt Stefanie’s a couple of times and one night a Nana and Papa’s. You did great. You were exhausted every day.
Monkey, this was a good trip for you too. You met your cousins and your Aunt for the first time. And you discovered your love for strawberries while in the strawberry fields.
It was so close to your birthday’s that Mema, Nana and Papa had a party for you. Both of you had a great time opening presents and eating cake. I was so glad you both were able to share your celebrations with your California family.
When we returned we got into the swing of a summer routine. Bug, your school offered swimming lessons during the day and we signed you up and who knew you were a fish. Sunday mornings are our family pool mornings and your Dad and I were floored the first time we saw you swim. One of the lifeguards even made a comment on how good your technique is. Of course…you never do anything halfway.
Monkey, you are the post child for water babies. You love the water and we so enjoyed our family time playing with you boys at the pool.
Bug, you received your yellow belt in Tae Kwon Do a few weeks ago. I haven’t been going to your classes because your brother wants to play with the big boys and he is too little right now. I was very impressed when I came to your testing. Again, what a difference a year makes. Very mature and confident, I am so proud of you.
Monkey you are talking up a storm. You say banana, stinky…and when I ask if you are stinky you will run and get me a diaper and lay down on the floor. You can say down and my suspicion is because when we go to the grocery store on Sunday afternoons I am constantly telling you to sit down. Your first word…other than Dada and Mama was shhoooooe? When you say it you sound like you are asking a question. Just last week you learned A-choo when I was singing “On Top of Ole Smokey” to you.
You have fallen in love with your bear and the two of you are starting to become inseparable. Right now you have a molar coming in on the bottom left and those bad boys wreak havoc with your system. Thankfully we are near the end of that milestone…at least while you cannot articulate your feelings.
I also have to add you are the most accident prone child since…well…me. We have been to the emergency clinic twice, x-rays, an ambulance ride and had an overnight at Texas Children’s…all before you were one. We need to work on getting you off that frequency.
This is long post but I had a lot to catch up on. My promise to you both is that I will keep up with this blog on a more regular basis from now on. The memories are too priceless to let fall by the wayside.
I love you both very much. Thanks for letting me by your mom.
Love,
Mom
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Girl Drama
So the boy tells me this morning that he has a girlfriend and her name is Kendall. I’m like oh how cute…he’s had a girlfriend before and her name was Kolby Davis, and still speaks of his lost love and how much he misses her. Scarred at the ripe ole age of four.
His new relationship is fresh and evidently this little hussy gets around. She used to be Josh’s girlfriend but they broke up so now she is the boy’s girlfriend.
I know that a boy needs to spread his wings and fly…but don’t be bringing any hussy home to meet Mom. Do your thing and respect the mom!
Seriously…I had these stories in Junior High…not when I was in preschool. I am so not ready for this.
His new relationship is fresh and evidently this little hussy gets around. She used to be Josh’s girlfriend but they broke up so now she is the boy’s girlfriend.
I know that a boy needs to spread his wings and fly…but don’t be bringing any hussy home to meet Mom. Do your thing and respect the mom!
Seriously…I had these stories in Junior High…not when I was in preschool. I am so not ready for this.
Suite 100
Monkey – You officially transitioned to the next class this week. It was weird for mom. I had grown so accustomed to your teachers in your infant class I didn’t want it to end. When I walked in this morning it was weird to see the babies crawling all over the floor, I’ve gotta be more aware they are underfoot as to not step on one.
You have proven that you are a Wayne through and through and will not be outdone, who cares if those guys in your class are 3 or 4 months older…crawling, no, I don’t know how to do that but I bet I can learn in one day. Prior to Monday you had mastered the art of crawling backwards, after Monday you were on all fours rocking back and forth and slowly making forward movements. You are such a Wayne. My guess is you will be full throttle by the end of the week. Stinkpot!
I am glad you are thriving in your new environment and I’m so happy to see you still so happy and content.
You have proven that you are a Wayne through and through and will not be outdone, who cares if those guys in your class are 3 or 4 months older…crawling, no, I don’t know how to do that but I bet I can learn in one day. Prior to Monday you had mastered the art of crawling backwards, after Monday you were on all fours rocking back and forth and slowly making forward movements. You are such a Wayne. My guess is you will be full throttle by the end of the week. Stinkpot!
I am glad you are thriving in your new environment and I’m so happy to see you still so happy and content.
Eats
Monkey - With your new teefus you are able to go to town on some of the smaller foods. Sweet Potatoes puffs are your new favorite thing to eat AND you can feed yourself, sort of. Out of 10 puffs you maybe get 3 in your mouth but you are doing better and better each day. You are eating the entire spectrum of level 2 baby foods, except squash, that tends to give you make your stomach all gassy so we steer clear of that one, but everything else if fair game. Crazy how fast it is all going.
First Tooth
Monkey - Seven months to the day and that little sucker on your bottom front that has been giving you fits day and night finally decided to make its debut. Your Dad calls you a little panda because you stick your thumb in your mouth and chew on it for teething relief and you look like a panda that is eating bamboo or Eucalypts.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Bugamugisms
Bug: “Mom, can I have more crackers?”
Me: “No, you have had enough and we are fixin to have dinner.”
Bug: “But Mom, I have only three crackers left and all this cheese!”
Yeah...what do I do know when faced with that kind of logic. Yep...give him more crackers.
Me: “No, you have had enough and we are fixin to have dinner.”
Bug: “But Mom, I have only three crackers left and all this cheese!”
Yeah...what do I do know when faced with that kind of logic. Yep...give him more crackers.
January 2008 Newsletter
Bugamug and Monkey,
Ok boys, in an effort to streamline things and in order to keep them “simple” and to actually finish your newsletters they will now officially become “monthly” newsletters. I find myself not having making time or the effort and I really enjoy writing these, sometimes I find I lack the words, especially when I just completed one and two weeks later it is time for another and there is the fact that I find myself saying the same things. Welcome to 2009.
Bugamug, I apologize, you got shorted your November and December newsletters but I’ll talk about some of the fun things that went on. Nana and Papa visited us for Thanksgiving. You had a great time with them and your bond strengthened. Papa played with you without question everything time you asked. One day we all went ice skating. Your Dad and I had so much fun skating around with you. Papa videoed and took pictures while Nana tended to your sleeping brother.
Soon after Nana and Papa left we made ready for Christmas. You and I put the tree up and decorated the house. Mema would also be visiting us soon.
A week or so before Mema visited it snowed. That’s right, you read right…it snowed. When I was picking you up from school there were a few flurries but nothing crazy and they kept saying it wouldn’t stick because it was almost 80 the day before. You and I caught a couple of snowflakes on our tongues, giggled and marveled at what we were experiencing before getting into the car and heading home.
A few hours later I was walking by the front door and decided to take a peek and holy cow…the ground was white. I ran upstairs to get you up so you could play but you didn’t want anything to do with that! You were cold and wanted to go back to bed. Oh well…I tried.
The next morning before school I took pix of you and your brother in what was left of the snow. At school that day you took my gloves and thankfully they let you and your friends go out in the morning and have snowball fights. It will probably be another 4 years before we see snow in these parts…if we are lucky.
Mema came in the week of Christmas and we had a great time celebrating Christmas and visiting. It took you forever to go to sleep on Christmas Eve and you got up at 4:00am on Christmas morning reeling from all the presents Santa left under the tree.
We spent the better part of the day opening presents and enjoying the morning. Monkey, you didn’t know what to think…you just wanted to eat the wrapping paper.
All in all it was a good day and the holidays were very special with addition to the family. Every year will get better and better from here on out.
Monkey, you are sitting up very strong now. We still sit you in the Boppy or the Bumbo to give you a bit of help but you are pretty much doing it on your own. You are STILL NOT sleeping through the night. I take that back, you slept through the night two days in a row but not sense then. I wish I could figure out what is keeping you up…but thankfully I can get you back down in 30 minutes and you are good until morning. You are so not your older brother when it comes to sleeping.
You are such a happy baby. You smile at everyone and everything and people are naturally drawn to you. You begin visiting suite 100 at school tomorrow and I can’t believe you are already changing rooms. It seems I just dropped you off in the infant room for the first time just a few weeks ago.
Everyone at school knows and loves you, it is the smile. You have a gift that makes everyone feel special when they are around you. Don’t ever lose that quality.
Well boys, it is the start of a new year and your Dad and I are excited to see the last one over. Bugamug you continue to be a piece of work; articulate, smart and unbelievably likeable, even when you are knee deep in trouble. Monkey, you are healthy and you are growing up so fast, keep smiling and loving life. We will do everything in our power to make that happen.
I love you boys…I so love saying that.
Love,
Mom
Ok boys, in an effort to streamline things and in order to keep them “simple” and to actually finish your newsletters they will now officially become “monthly” newsletters. I find myself not having making time or the effort and I really enjoy writing these, sometimes I find I lack the words, especially when I just completed one and two weeks later it is time for another and there is the fact that I find myself saying the same things. Welcome to 2009.
Bugamug, I apologize, you got shorted your November and December newsletters but I’ll talk about some of the fun things that went on. Nana and Papa visited us for Thanksgiving. You had a great time with them and your bond strengthened. Papa played with you without question everything time you asked. One day we all went ice skating. Your Dad and I had so much fun skating around with you. Papa videoed and took pictures while Nana tended to your sleeping brother.
Soon after Nana and Papa left we made ready for Christmas. You and I put the tree up and decorated the house. Mema would also be visiting us soon.
A week or so before Mema visited it snowed. That’s right, you read right…it snowed. When I was picking you up from school there were a few flurries but nothing crazy and they kept saying it wouldn’t stick because it was almost 80 the day before. You and I caught a couple of snowflakes on our tongues, giggled and marveled at what we were experiencing before getting into the car and heading home.
A few hours later I was walking by the front door and decided to take a peek and holy cow…the ground was white. I ran upstairs to get you up so you could play but you didn’t want anything to do with that! You were cold and wanted to go back to bed. Oh well…I tried.
The next morning before school I took pix of you and your brother in what was left of the snow. At school that day you took my gloves and thankfully they let you and your friends go out in the morning and have snowball fights. It will probably be another 4 years before we see snow in these parts…if we are lucky.
Mema came in the week of Christmas and we had a great time celebrating Christmas and visiting. It took you forever to go to sleep on Christmas Eve and you got up at 4:00am on Christmas morning reeling from all the presents Santa left under the tree.
We spent the better part of the day opening presents and enjoying the morning. Monkey, you didn’t know what to think…you just wanted to eat the wrapping paper.
All in all it was a good day and the holidays were very special with addition to the family. Every year will get better and better from here on out.
Monkey, you are sitting up very strong now. We still sit you in the Boppy or the Bumbo to give you a bit of help but you are pretty much doing it on your own. You are STILL NOT sleeping through the night. I take that back, you slept through the night two days in a row but not sense then. I wish I could figure out what is keeping you up…but thankfully I can get you back down in 30 minutes and you are good until morning. You are so not your older brother when it comes to sleeping.
You are such a happy baby. You smile at everyone and everything and people are naturally drawn to you. You begin visiting suite 100 at school tomorrow and I can’t believe you are already changing rooms. It seems I just dropped you off in the infant room for the first time just a few weeks ago.
Everyone at school knows and loves you, it is the smile. You have a gift that makes everyone feel special when they are around you. Don’t ever lose that quality.
Well boys, it is the start of a new year and your Dad and I are excited to see the last one over. Bugamug you continue to be a piece of work; articulate, smart and unbelievably likeable, even when you are knee deep in trouble. Monkey, you are healthy and you are growing up so fast, keep smiling and loving life. We will do everything in our power to make that happen.
I love you boys…I so love saying that.
Love,
Mom
Friday, November 21, 2008
Newsletter: Month 5
Dear Monkey,
Another month in the books; I can’t believe how time is flying and how much you are growing. In the evenings before you go to sleep I just look down at your innocent face as you look back at me and both of us are smiling. I love our evenings together in the soft darkness of your room rocking to the hum of the noise maker and fan lulling you to sleep. You are truly an angel sent from heaven. I wrap you up like a burrito and rest your head on my shoulder and breathe in your scent, it is so very intoxicating. I know these nights won’t last so I cherish everyone.
This past month we found ourselves in the doctor’s office. Your “movements” (another word for poop) were very loose and frequent. I had to go pick you up from daycare on two occasions. The doc said a bug was going around and you weren’t dehydrated, that was a relief. It took about seven days before you got over it. Now…you are regular as clockwork. I thought you would appreciate that.
You are working on your next milestone – sitting up. You hate laying down these days and you love…love…love to sit up. You can do it a bit if your hands are bracing you in sort of a tripodish fashion. After a minute or two you start to lean and whoop…there ya went.
You have discovered your feet as well and you love to grab them all the while squealing in delight.
You are doing great with your food. Bananas seem to be your favorite right now. Soon I will start the veggies and perhaps beef or chicken stuff. We will see.
As far as sleeping goes it is hit or miss. Some nights you sleep all the way through others you get up at 2 or close to 5 but I can pretty much always get you back to sleep easily and on the weekends we can sleep in till 7 or 8.
Turning over is getting stronger but you hate being on your back so much I am not sure if you will be able to master it…you have to be standing or at the very least standing up.
Turkey day is next week and you will get to meet Nana and Papa from California. You will love them and Nana is going to eat you up!
Tomorrow you will visit Miss Jodie for a couple of hours; I know you will have fun. Next newsletter it will just about be Christmas, I can’t wait.
Until next month...
Love,
Mom
Friday, November 14, 2008
52 Months
First let me address the missing newsletter for September. Ike ate it…and I am not even joking. September 11th the family loaded up the car and went to Dallas to escape the wrath of Ike. Your Dad and I attempted to explain the situation to you but I am not sure you truly grasped the situation until we returned home. We tried to make a vacation out of the “event” and I hope it wasn’t to traumatic for you with the spending time with the family, eating out, yummy breakfast every morning, spending time at the pool with Dad and going to the zoo with me and your brother. We visited the site where John F. Kennedy was assassinated but the significance really didn’t hit home with you…yet. It will one day.
You were a trooper when Dad had to return home early to start rebuilding the chocolate factory that was almost lost. During this time you were very helpful to me and the baby and after a few days of lounging around in Dallas we headed home.
When we returned home I believe seeing the damage from Ike gave you a point of reference as to why we left. Every time you would see a fence down you would ask if Ike did it. We spent a couple of nights at home with Dad and “Sparky” (the generator you and your Dad named) until it got too hot and you me and your brother headed to Miss Jodie’s. Let the games begin.
You and Landon spent the next week playing together and watching Batman cartoons. Some days were easier than others but we all got through it when finally that glorious Saturday our lights came back on.
Needless to say with all that excitement I was unable to get your newsletter out in a timely manner. It happens.
This past month has been rather challenging on the school front. We moved you back to Kids R Kids with your brother and you seem to be much happier. Dad and I think the familiarity and stability is the best for you and we all are working to get you ready for Kindergarten.
Yesterday you had a rough day at school, they had to call your dad and needless to say your dad and I were disappointed in your behavior. I don’t think we fully realize the impact of these “rough” days and how much you internalize when you fail. When Dad tucked you in last night you told him that you really tried to have a good day and then cried softly. When your Dad told me I cried too. We know you are trying hard sweetie and we will never give up to help you get to that better place.
A couple of weeks ago an event took place and it saddens me that it will forever be apart of you and a reminder of a time when you were hurt badly. We were at Miss Jodie’s house leaving to go home from the air show and you and I were walking down the stairs. You raced to get in front of me, a bad habit you developed from always wanting to be first, and you tripped over your feet and went tumbling down to the bottom. Your face broke your fall when it hit the molding at the base of the stairs; your face tore open on impact.
I didn’t realize the severity until the blood started gushing. Miss Jodie made you a compress and I scooped you up and we headed to the emergency room. Your mom was trying to be strong because I didn’t want to scare you but I lost it when we walked in the door. It sunk in that I was actually here. I knew it was inevitable that we would arrive here and I thought somehow knowing and accepting that would help me deal but it didn’t. Looking down into your face and seeing the hurt and uncertainty was too much for me to bare.
We were in the room that was painted for kids with the Little Mermaid, Nemo and Spongebob cheering us on. As you were lying on the table I attempted to reassure you everything was going to ok. You took a small nap and Miss Jodie and I stayed with you as you slept.
The doctor came back in to administer the local so he can begin sewing up your gash. It wasn’t pretty…none of it. It took four of us to hold you down and I knew you were hurting. I just wanted it all to go away. Your Dad came in and tried to calm you but you were having none of it. I am now attempting to find humor in the event but there just isn’t any.
After the doc completed your six stitches we were all exhausted and you were wringing wet with sweat. Your Dad carried you to the car and took you home; I still had to get your brother from Miss Jodie’s house.
When I got home I saw a tired little boy who grew up just a little bit more that day. All in all you did great and I am proud of you. Let’s agree that we won’t have to go back there for a really…really for reals long time, if at all.
Now on the lighter side…a couple of notable funnies:
Yesterday morning I was getting you ready for school and I gave you some new pants to try on. You put them on, looked down and around, looked back at me and said “these pants fit nicely”. I fell off the couch in hysterics.
The other night you told your Dad, who had went to a concert a few days earlier, that YOU wanted to see Gaslight Anthem. I don’t even remember telling you that is where he went.
You and your Dad have started a nightly ritual of story telling. He tucks you in and makes up a story to tell you. Many nights I can hear your laughter from upstairs fill the house. I just smile. My hope for you is that these stories will stick with you for the rest of your life and one day you will pass the gift on to your kids. Characters like Scaramooch searching for shark pants, Sir Hiram Hurmpf and Bunny. When I ask about the stories your Dad tells you your face lights up as you recall every minute detail. That there is special…hold on to it with both hands.
We took family pictures for Christmas the week before “the incident” and here are a few of my favs! (will post soon)
A notable thing that has happened in the last month or so was the presidential election. I can in no way compete with your dad articulating the significance and importance of this event so let me send you over to his blog read his words.
And lastly, you posses a shining light that draws people to you like moths to a light bulb. Every person that meets you is immediately drawn to your personality and is awe of your ability to articulate words better than most adults. You will learn to harness this unique gift and you will eventually become a force to be reckon with…but on your terms and those that see it won’t even know what hit them. We got your back Bugamug. You are an amazing, handsome young boy with a beautiful soul and we will forever and ever love you.
Love,
Mom
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Newsletter: Month 4
Dear Monkey,
You may notice that newsletter for month three is missing. You may wonder if I forgot or if the World Wide Web ate it? Nope…it was Iked. A new terminology I’m starting.
One month before your third month birthday we headed to Dallas to escape the wrath of Hurricane Ike and nothing has been the same since.
Leading up to your three months on this planet you and I were enjoying our last week at home and getting ready to embark on a new chapter of your life known as daycare. We were very rudely interrupted by Mr. Ike.
Unfortunately you live on the Gulf Coast and by living here you and yours are subject to potential hurricanes during the summertime months. Hurricanes are mean and nasty. They are dangerous and destructive and in order to protect you and your bother we headed to Dallas as a safe haven. On the bright side…you experienced your first evacuation…I mean vacation.
You were not happy on the drive up there; you cried 5 out of the 6 hours it took to get there, poor monkey…you hate the car seat. I ended up sitting between you and your brother in order to offer you a bit of comfort.
Once we got there you took a liking to the big D and we had a tolerable time as a family. You slept in the pack n play just like it was your own bed back home. I even had one lady comment on what a good baby you were when she would see you down at breakfast every morning.
You visited your first zoo in Dallas; you slept through most of it which is ok.
You visited the grassy knoll where the thirty fifth President of the United States was assassinated.
You went to the State Fair Park…and it sucked.
Back at home we ended up being without power for 18 days! So we lived with Ms. Jodie for about a week in order to keep you comfortable and minimize the stress.
Shortly after things started returning to normal and that meant I had to go to work and you to daycare.
You are officially in daycare now and you are doing amazing. You have never once cried when I left you, maybe the first day when it was for a few hours but since then you just smile. The ladies love you and you reward them with your handsome smile and they tell me you are a joy to be around.
Milestone update…You started turning over, a couple of weekends ago you were only able to go from your stomach to your back and this past weekend believe I saw you go from back to stomach…if you can just get that arm out of the way. I have footage. CUTE!
You went to the doctor this past Friday for your four month checkup. Score…only three shots. You weighed in at 13 lbs 15 ounces and 25 inches long. You grew three more inches. You are still 10% on your growth and 50% in your height. Doc said you were beautiful and healthy. When the big bad nurse gave you your shots she must have gotten you good because you cried for an extra long time. I couldn’t help myself and I shed a tear or two as well. Your Dad was there to comfort you and he was about to quiet you down pretty quick, he’s good like that.
You had your first babysitter outside of daycare the other night, your Dad and I went to see Neil Diamond. You will soon discover your Dad and I love music and we so enjoy seeing bands live. I hope you will share in your Dad’s affinity for many music genres.
Your personality so far seems to be very relaxed and happy. You smile ALL the time and only truly cry when you are tired or hungry. You have been a delightful addition to our family and when things tend to be chaotic as they have been the last month you have become someone that can turn our focus from the negative and find joy in your lovely smiles.
Your sleep patterns…well…let’s say they are patterns but I have yet to figure out what pattern they make up. You teased me by sleeping a couple of nights in a row through the night but alas it didn’t take. We are back to getting up every three hours. Actually you get in about six hours before you get up around 2AM then like clockwork you are up in three hours. I can handle this. What I can’t handle is the getting up every two hours! BOY, you best be working on that.
I introduced you to rice cereal, first with the spoon, which you did great with by the way and second I tried to put some of the cereal in your milk. Well that didn’t go so well. The flow is too much for you right now so we will hold off on putting it your bottle and stick with the feeding before bed and see if that helps your growing appetite.
Halloween is coming up at the end of the month and you are going as a monkey. We borrowed the costume from Miss Jodie and you are so very cute!! It’s a bit big but we will make it work. There is significance in being a monkey for Halloween since that is your nickname. Your brother went as a bug for his first Halloween as his nickname is bugamug. I can’t wait.
You are one of many blessings son. I can’t imagine this family without you. You seem to be the calmness to this family when we are in the middle of chaos. You are loved and I am so happy you are here.
You may notice that newsletter for month three is missing. You may wonder if I forgot or if the World Wide Web ate it? Nope…it was Iked. A new terminology I’m starting.
One month before your third month birthday we headed to Dallas to escape the wrath of Hurricane Ike and nothing has been the same since.
Leading up to your three months on this planet you and I were enjoying our last week at home and getting ready to embark on a new chapter of your life known as daycare. We were very rudely interrupted by Mr. Ike.
Unfortunately you live on the Gulf Coast and by living here you and yours are subject to potential hurricanes during the summertime months. Hurricanes are mean and nasty. They are dangerous and destructive and in order to protect you and your bother we headed to Dallas as a safe haven. On the bright side…you experienced your first evacuation…I mean vacation.
You were not happy on the drive up there; you cried 5 out of the 6 hours it took to get there, poor monkey…you hate the car seat. I ended up sitting between you and your brother in order to offer you a bit of comfort.
Once we got there you took a liking to the big D and we had a tolerable time as a family. You slept in the pack n play just like it was your own bed back home. I even had one lady comment on what a good baby you were when she would see you down at breakfast every morning.
You visited your first zoo in Dallas; you slept through most of it which is ok.
You visited the grassy knoll where the thirty fifth President of the United States was assassinated.
You went to the State Fair Park…and it sucked.
Back at home we ended up being without power for 18 days! So we lived with Ms. Jodie for about a week in order to keep you comfortable and minimize the stress.
Shortly after things started returning to normal and that meant I had to go to work and you to daycare.
You are officially in daycare now and you are doing amazing. You have never once cried when I left you, maybe the first day when it was for a few hours but since then you just smile. The ladies love you and you reward them with your handsome smile and they tell me you are a joy to be around.
Milestone update…You started turning over, a couple of weekends ago you were only able to go from your stomach to your back and this past weekend believe I saw you go from back to stomach…if you can just get that arm out of the way. I have footage. CUTE!
You went to the doctor this past Friday for your four month checkup. Score…only three shots. You weighed in at 13 lbs 15 ounces and 25 inches long. You grew three more inches. You are still 10% on your growth and 50% in your height. Doc said you were beautiful and healthy. When the big bad nurse gave you your shots she must have gotten you good because you cried for an extra long time. I couldn’t help myself and I shed a tear or two as well. Your Dad was there to comfort you and he was about to quiet you down pretty quick, he’s good like that.
You had your first babysitter outside of daycare the other night, your Dad and I went to see Neil Diamond. You will soon discover your Dad and I love music and we so enjoy seeing bands live. I hope you will share in your Dad’s affinity for many music genres.
Your personality so far seems to be very relaxed and happy. You smile ALL the time and only truly cry when you are tired or hungry. You have been a delightful addition to our family and when things tend to be chaotic as they have been the last month you have become someone that can turn our focus from the negative and find joy in your lovely smiles.
Your sleep patterns…well…let’s say they are patterns but I have yet to figure out what pattern they make up. You teased me by sleeping a couple of nights in a row through the night but alas it didn’t take. We are back to getting up every three hours. Actually you get in about six hours before you get up around 2AM then like clockwork you are up in three hours. I can handle this. What I can’t handle is the getting up every two hours! BOY, you best be working on that.
I introduced you to rice cereal, first with the spoon, which you did great with by the way and second I tried to put some of the cereal in your milk. Well that didn’t go so well. The flow is too much for you right now so we will hold off on putting it your bottle and stick with the feeding before bed and see if that helps your growing appetite.
Halloween is coming up at the end of the month and you are going as a monkey. We borrowed the costume from Miss Jodie and you are so very cute!! It’s a bit big but we will make it work. There is significance in being a monkey for Halloween since that is your nickname. Your brother went as a bug for his first Halloween as his nickname is bugamug. I can’t wait.
You are one of many blessings son. I can’t imagine this family without you. You seem to be the calmness to this family when we are in the middle of chaos. You are loved and I am so happy you are here.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Orange Belt
The boy tested for his orange belt in Taekwondo on Wednesday and HE DID IT! He was lacking his third stripe and it seemed everytime they practiced it the boy became distracted with something or the other and never offically got his stripe before Wednesday. I knew he could do the form he had done it perfectly several times but for whatever reason didn't receive that last stripe.
We went in a bit early, after much coaxing, and the boy did his from with Mr. Henderson by himself and he was PERFECT. I wish I had brought my video camera because seeing the little dude next to a sixth degree black belt doing EXACTLY what he was doing was a sight to see. I did manage to take a few photos with my phone, he is the one in the middle of the pictures...
Congrats son!! Onwards and Upwards. You are awesome.
We went in a bit early, after much coaxing, and the boy did his from with Mr. Henderson by himself and he was PERFECT. I wish I had brought my video camera because seeing the little dude next to a sixth degree black belt doing EXACTLY what he was doing was a sight to see. I did manage to take a few photos with my phone, he is the one in the middle of the pictures...
Congrats son!! Onwards and Upwards. You are awesome.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Newsletter: 50 Months
That’s what I get for waiting so long to do your last months newsletter…here it is time for the next one. Whew…I’m trying to keep up.
This past month you attended a couple of birthday parties. The first was for Maddox. He is a little over a year younger than you and the party was at his house. You had a good time running around doing your thing. Scooby Doo was the theme and you came out on top in the candy category, scooping up as much as you could when the piñata was opened. Good grief son.
The second party was Kaitlyn’s, she is only a couple of months younger than you. I don’t think you remembered she has been at your party the last couple of years and I don’t think you cared. You were just excited to be jumping in all the moon jumps, inflatable slides and obstacle courses, you pretty much did your own thing. You do however have your mom’s skill at air hockey. You challenged Julie to a game and won. It was freaking hilarious seeing two four year olds go at it. I know what I’m asking Santa for at Christmas…mom is going to have to get you in a training program.
A family moved in across the street and they have a three and a half year old and he is in your class, purely coincidental. I can see you guys being best buds if you all stay together. You all have played together in the late afternoons and you are a sight to see, each of you have electric cars that you can drive and at any given time you can be seen ramming into each other, racing, driving in the yards, jumping curbs. I smile just remembering the sights. I’m glad you have made a new friend.
Last weekend we visited the Houston Children’s Museum. You had a blast. I think you experienced sensory overload. There was so much to see and so little time and…and…and. It was a chore keeping up with you and we actually lost you a couple of times. Stop and smell the roses boy. Unfortunately you come by that trait honestly. Both your dad and I are very guilty of worrying about what is next instead of enjoying the moment. We’re all working on that and we will help you too. Don’t worry we will visit the museum again.
Now for the biggest change…you left Kid’s R Kids and started attending Montessori school. Your initial visit was great. You listened, you followed directions, you did what was asked and that lasted for…those first couple of visits. Your dad and I selected a very good teacher for you and she is going to help us get you out of this ‘phase’. I’m going to call it a phase because that is what it will end up being by the time all us do what we need to do to break this ugly cycle.
You are a ‘spirited’ child, a buzzword for strong-willed. You feel things more strongly and you test and have an opinion about everything. This is your way. Your dad and I are figuring this out and we are learning how to deal with your beautiful self. Over the last year and half you have set out to test us, hourly it seems and unfortunately your dad and I have not been prepared with the knowledge to pass these series of test so you have gotten your way in several situations when you ought to have not. Armed with the knowledge we have now those tests that you are most excellent at giving are going to be met with a very different outcome, an outcome that you most likely won’t like. We started a few days ago regaining control of all situations and the last few days have been very tough. The good thing is everyday I see progress and that makes the next rough day ok because I know we’re going to come out of this soon and all of us are going to be happier. You can do this son and we’re doing this for you.
I know this is a difficult time for you right now son but please always remember your dad and I love you very much, it is the misbehavior that we do not like.
We will get through this rough patch.
Love,
Mom
This past month you attended a couple of birthday parties. The first was for Maddox. He is a little over a year younger than you and the party was at his house. You had a good time running around doing your thing. Scooby Doo was the theme and you came out on top in the candy category, scooping up as much as you could when the piñata was opened. Good grief son.
The second party was Kaitlyn’s, she is only a couple of months younger than you. I don’t think you remembered she has been at your party the last couple of years and I don’t think you cared. You were just excited to be jumping in all the moon jumps, inflatable slides and obstacle courses, you pretty much did your own thing. You do however have your mom’s skill at air hockey. You challenged Julie to a game and won. It was freaking hilarious seeing two four year olds go at it. I know what I’m asking Santa for at Christmas…mom is going to have to get you in a training program.
A family moved in across the street and they have a three and a half year old and he is in your class, purely coincidental. I can see you guys being best buds if you all stay together. You all have played together in the late afternoons and you are a sight to see, each of you have electric cars that you can drive and at any given time you can be seen ramming into each other, racing, driving in the yards, jumping curbs. I smile just remembering the sights. I’m glad you have made a new friend.
Last weekend we visited the Houston Children’s Museum. You had a blast. I think you experienced sensory overload. There was so much to see and so little time and…and…and. It was a chore keeping up with you and we actually lost you a couple of times. Stop and smell the roses boy. Unfortunately you come by that trait honestly. Both your dad and I are very guilty of worrying about what is next instead of enjoying the moment. We’re all working on that and we will help you too. Don’t worry we will visit the museum again.
Now for the biggest change…you left Kid’s R Kids and started attending Montessori school. Your initial visit was great. You listened, you followed directions, you did what was asked and that lasted for…those first couple of visits. Your dad and I selected a very good teacher for you and she is going to help us get you out of this ‘phase’. I’m going to call it a phase because that is what it will end up being by the time all us do what we need to do to break this ugly cycle.
You are a ‘spirited’ child, a buzzword for strong-willed. You feel things more strongly and you test and have an opinion about everything. This is your way. Your dad and I are figuring this out and we are learning how to deal with your beautiful self. Over the last year and half you have set out to test us, hourly it seems and unfortunately your dad and I have not been prepared with the knowledge to pass these series of test so you have gotten your way in several situations when you ought to have not. Armed with the knowledge we have now those tests that you are most excellent at giving are going to be met with a very different outcome, an outcome that you most likely won’t like. We started a few days ago regaining control of all situations and the last few days have been very tough. The good thing is everyday I see progress and that makes the next rough day ok because I know we’re going to come out of this soon and all of us are going to be happier. You can do this son and we’re doing this for you.
I know this is a difficult time for you right now son but please always remember your dad and I love you very much, it is the misbehavior that we do not like.
We will get through this rough patch.
Love,
Mom
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Newsletter: Month 2
Dear Monkey,
Two months in the books and we’re getting this family thing down. You had your two month visit at the doctors and you weighted 10lbs 10 ounces, doubling your birth rate and grew to 22 inches in length. Unfortunately you had to get four shots and Mom cried right along with you as your Dad held your arms and tried to distract you by talking to you so you would forget the nasty stuff going on with your legs. You were a champ, after a few minutes you settled down and fell fast asleep.
You took a nap when you got home and when you woke up it was obvious your little legs were hurting. When you weren’t crying you were whimpering, I put cold compresses on your legs and that seems to help, along with Tylenol, enough to get you back to sleep and we had a decent night.
You attended your first birthday party at Maddox’s house. Mostly you hung out in the Bjorn and watched the kids run around.
As far as sleeping you are down for about three hour increments at night like clockwork. I can work with that. This week we made the move from the bassinet to your crib. The transition was seamless; I’m getting ready for crib sleeping as you are going to day care in a few weeks.
You spent an evening with your Dad and brother without Mom last Friday. Let’s just say you did…uhm…ok. You gave your Dad a run for his money by crying most of the time I was gone. I went to a concert with Miss Nicole and you didn’t like it one bit. I always come back boy…I always come back.
You began talking (read cooing) a bit and you have a smile that lights up your face. I am really enjoying staying home with you; we have managed to stay busy with daily chores, errands and occasional visits with the girls down south. We were walking in the mornings but it was starting to get too hot and I began to worry about you overheating plus you started crying the last couple of times halfway through so I believe my suspicions of being to hot were true.
You love to watch and listen to your big brother and he MUST give you a hug and a kiss when he gets home from school and he always ask how your day was. He loves you very much and he can’t wait until he can play with you.
It’s going to be hard putting you in daycare in a few weeks while I’m preparing to return to work. Let’s just take it a day at a time and not dwell on our weekday days ending and make the most of our time together.
I love you very much!
Love,
Mom
Two months in the books and we’re getting this family thing down. You had your two month visit at the doctors and you weighted 10lbs 10 ounces, doubling your birth rate and grew to 22 inches in length. Unfortunately you had to get four shots and Mom cried right along with you as your Dad held your arms and tried to distract you by talking to you so you would forget the nasty stuff going on with your legs. You were a champ, after a few minutes you settled down and fell fast asleep.
You took a nap when you got home and when you woke up it was obvious your little legs were hurting. When you weren’t crying you were whimpering, I put cold compresses on your legs and that seems to help, along with Tylenol, enough to get you back to sleep and we had a decent night.
You attended your first birthday party at Maddox’s house. Mostly you hung out in the Bjorn and watched the kids run around.
As far as sleeping you are down for about three hour increments at night like clockwork. I can work with that. This week we made the move from the bassinet to your crib. The transition was seamless; I’m getting ready for crib sleeping as you are going to day care in a few weeks.
You spent an evening with your Dad and brother without Mom last Friday. Let’s just say you did…uhm…ok. You gave your Dad a run for his money by crying most of the time I was gone. I went to a concert with Miss Nicole and you didn’t like it one bit. I always come back boy…I always come back.
You began talking (read cooing) a bit and you have a smile that lights up your face. I am really enjoying staying home with you; we have managed to stay busy with daily chores, errands and occasional visits with the girls down south. We were walking in the mornings but it was starting to get too hot and I began to worry about you overheating plus you started crying the last couple of times halfway through so I believe my suspicions of being to hot were true.
You love to watch and listen to your big brother and he MUST give you a hug and a kiss when he gets home from school and he always ask how your day was. He loves you very much and he can’t wait until he can play with you.
It’s going to be hard putting you in daycare in a few weeks while I’m preparing to return to work. Let’s just take it a day at a time and not dwell on our weekday days ending and make the most of our time together.
I love you very much!
Love,
Mom
Friday, August 1, 2008
Smilin Sage
You started smiling this week...Monday July 28th to be exact. It is the best smile ever.
Newsletter: 49 Months
The last month has flown by, mostly due to the addition to our family in the form of your little brother. He demands much of my time therefore you have been spending a lot of time with your Dad. Not that you care, you are such a Daddy’s boy and it makes me happy to see your relationship flourish. You have an amazing Dad son, I hope you guys will remain close and continue to have amazing adventures together.
After your fourth birthday we went to see Dr. Flanagan for your four year checkup. You charmed all the nurses and tried to negotiate your way out of your FOUR…count them…FOUR vaccination shots. They were close to caving but alas they did not and boy you handled those shots like a champ. I explained before hand that you would have to get a shot and you told me you did not like shots. I explained it was to keep you from getting sick. You seemed to understand this explanation but made it abundantly clear you did NOT want a shot. I had tears in my eye, much like I did the first time you received your vaccinations, I don’t like anyone hurting my boy. You were fine through the first two then the last two did you in. Even then you cried for less than a minute. You took a minute, I wiped your tears while you composed yourself and you walked with your shoulders held high from the room then promptly asked for a sucker.
You had a ‘play date’ a couple of weeks ago with Taylor. The Dugan’s came and picked you up and took you to see “Space Chimps”. They said you had a great time and enjoyed the movie. Ms. Karen gave you a sucker in which you proceeded to dip into your popcorn and eat the popcorn off the sucker. I see you working, a combination of salt and sweet. You may have something there.
You were able to take swimming lessons this year at the local pool. You did 'swimmingly' well. With every lesson you gained confidence in the water...not to mention your teacher was easy on the eyes as well. I am sure your confidence was spurned from trying to impress the ladies. It is to be expected...you are a Wayne.
We’ve been seeing issues with school rear their ugly head again. I’ll follow up in the next newsletter on how your Mom and Dad decide to handle this old development.
So...until next month when I will have much more to talk about. We love you boy!
Love,
Mom
After your fourth birthday we went to see Dr. Flanagan for your four year checkup. You charmed all the nurses and tried to negotiate your way out of your FOUR…count them…FOUR vaccination shots. They were close to caving but alas they did not and boy you handled those shots like a champ. I explained before hand that you would have to get a shot and you told me you did not like shots. I explained it was to keep you from getting sick. You seemed to understand this explanation but made it abundantly clear you did NOT want a shot. I had tears in my eye, much like I did the first time you received your vaccinations, I don’t like anyone hurting my boy. You were fine through the first two then the last two did you in. Even then you cried for less than a minute. You took a minute, I wiped your tears while you composed yourself and you walked with your shoulders held high from the room then promptly asked for a sucker.
You had a ‘play date’ a couple of weeks ago with Taylor. The Dugan’s came and picked you up and took you to see “Space Chimps”. They said you had a great time and enjoyed the movie. Ms. Karen gave you a sucker in which you proceeded to dip into your popcorn and eat the popcorn off the sucker. I see you working, a combination of salt and sweet. You may have something there.
You were able to take swimming lessons this year at the local pool. You did 'swimmingly' well. With every lesson you gained confidence in the water...not to mention your teacher was easy on the eyes as well. I am sure your confidence was spurned from trying to impress the ladies. It is to be expected...you are a Wayne.
We’ve been seeing issues with school rear their ugly head again. I’ll follow up in the next newsletter on how your Mom and Dad decide to handle this old development.
So...until next month when I will have much more to talk about. We love you boy!
Love,
Mom
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