Dear Miya,
I have asked you many times without you ever wavering in your response. However, I feel I must ask one more time as there is overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Are you sure it wasn't you who drew on the wall?
Love,
Mommy
There is never a dull moment when Miya and Rhys are around. As a result, here I am recording all the crazy things my kiddies say and do. One letter at a time.
Sunday, 22 November 2015
Vacuuming
Dear Rhys,
At present, it is a hilariously adorable response to being asked what you are doing. This is due to the fact that I know it means you are pretending to vacuum. In 15 years, the reply "I vucking" will be met with a much less positive reaction.
Love,
Mommy
At present, it is a hilariously adorable response to being asked what you are doing. This is due to the fact that I know it means you are pretending to vacuum. In 15 years, the reply "I vucking" will be met with a much less positive reaction.
Love,
Mommy
New Eyes
Dear Rhys,
While I will acknowledge that getting soap in one's eye is a painful experience, I am not going to get you new eyes. They tend to reserve eye transplants for more serious afflictions. Despite what you keep insisting, I cannot just buy you some new ones at the store.
Love,
Mommy
While I will acknowledge that getting soap in one's eye is a painful experience, I am not going to get you new eyes. They tend to reserve eye transplants for more serious afflictions. Despite what you keep insisting, I cannot just buy you some new ones at the store.
Love,
Mommy
Monday, 30 March 2015
Exercise
Dear Miya,
Before you were born, going for a run meant I went outside and ran at a comfortable pace for a length of time determined by me. My motivation was fitness. Nearly five years after your arrival, going for a run means running as fast as I can while pushing a double stroller from the park to our house. My motivation is hearing, "I have to poop AT HOME and I don't think I can hold it."
Love,
Mommy
Before you were born, going for a run meant I went outside and ran at a comfortable pace for a length of time determined by me. My motivation was fitness. Nearly five years after your arrival, going for a run means running as fast as I can while pushing a double stroller from the park to our house. My motivation is hearing, "I have to poop AT HOME and I don't think I can hold it."
Love,
Mommy
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