Weekly Letters To My Family

Dear Ninja:  When you come up to me to ask a question and you say “I know you are going to say no, but…” I just want you to know it makes me feel like a bad mom. So yes, I AM going to say no just because you said I would.

Dear pint sized wrecking ball: Things will be just fine Monday. We got this buddy!

Dear  Princess Daisy: The way it works is this: Your two bottom teeth get loose first, followed by your two top teeth. So why is the only loose tooth, your Eye tooth? I’m so confused.

Dear Poo: know you are cold, but my face is not the place to warm up your cold nose. Please stop rubbing it on me.

Dear Trey: Have you had anymore flashers at work lately?

Dear Audrey: hola. Te echo de menos

Dear David: Breathe strips. I hear they are great and really help. Also, I am still researching Restless Leg Syndrome because WebMD has confirmed that is what you have. But through it all, I still love you deeply.

Dear Izzy: Just think of it this way. You never have to go through morning sickness.

On a more serious note, all prayer warriors – please say some prayers for us on Monday morning. My son, Wade, is having surgery.  The surgery is considered minor in the medical field, but of course major in the mom field. I think that is the way all parents feel even with the simplest procedures when it involves putting the child to sleep. God hears us when we pray and He is always in control over His children. So please pray with us on Monday.

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