03 March, 2011

Dear Spotty Chop you are 72 months old today

You wrote out all of your valentines out yourself. We started a week before Valentine’s Day so that you would have time to do this and not be rushed. You really seemed to enjoy picking out a special card for each of the kids in your class, writing their names and signing yours.

You and dada made me a valentine, Boy Toy asked if you should get me some chocolate to go with the card, you told him you needed to think about it. After some time had passed he asked you again and you told him “we don’t want it to be too sweet”. When Boy Toy said that you would be getting good chocolate and how much I love chocolate you then said “I don’t mean that kind of sweet, I mean…we don’t want to be too good.” REALLY? Who’s freakin child are you?

We have been very anti social this month. We stayed in and watched TV and played games. None of us has felt very good so we didn’t push ourselves.

You have been very excited about your birthday coming up and the fact that your dada and you decided you should stay home and do what you want to do.

We went to the Winter Ball. We boogied, we ate, and we won candy. At times it seemed like it was too loud for you. I think we are going to have to get you earplugs.

You spent time at Nannie and Papa’s for February vacation. You slept over. Papa played with you all day Monday, Tuesday he had to go to work for a few hours, but then he came back and played more. Nannie took you to Toys R us, just to look around; you came home with a slew of new toys.

You also spent time with your daddy. You went on a glow in the dark mini golf adventure. You also went to a McDonalds play place. You guys played Bakugan, Beyblades, Pokemon, cars, board games and of course video games. I am glad you all have fun while I worked.

You came home one day and your knuckles were really red and swollen. You said you didn’t know what happened. Your dada, who has to get to the bottom of everything no matter how trivial or insignificant, was able to get you to tell him what happened. You were working in clay and you got frustrated so you punched the clay block. Baby boy I love you so much. Please understand when I say THIS I WILL NOT ALLOW. We will not go down this road.

You are Six years old. My head hurts just thinking about it. You are such an amazing person. I really have a hard time remembering what life was like without you. I don’t need to. You bring me such joy. I hope you continue to have days like today, when you first woke up, when you went through the house to see how we decorated it, when you ran back from the living room and dived in-between us saying. “You guys are so awesome, my head is exploding, it is like splitting in two with goodness. I love you guys.” Not nearly as much as we love you kiddo. Happy Birthday!