a wee little letter for a wee little boy.

I haven’t been very diligent at recording family and kid life the past … oh… like 3 months. I keep thinking I’ll start way back when and catch up… but sigh… my energy runs low. So, we’ll just plug along and keep trying to record those moments of delight.

Today is a letter writing day…

Dear Truman…

You enjoyed today. After all, you got to play outside in the sunshine and being “side” makes you glad. Your delight is evident when you are pushed on the swing… we hear those cute squeals. You especially love when Abe pushes you because he does all sorts of silly things to make you laugh.

I do need to apologize, Tru, for the toy box episode. I heard you yelping for help from across the yard. I came running and found you head first in the toy box, feeling quite trapped. Having my camera readily available I squeezed in a quickie photo before I rescued you. It was way too cute and I knew you’d be okay. And you were.

As for the dirt pile… I’m not sure what to do about this. We have a wee little patch of dirt in our garden box and you gravitate to it constantly. You love to throw dirt, put dirt in a bucket, draw with a stick in the dirt. I’m not sure whether to embrace it and let you have fun and then put you in the bath… or ban this activity all together. I’m not sure our garden seeds would fare very well with you digging them up though. Can’t you just like grass?

Now, Tru… it must be noted that you are such a funny eater. This is a good thing. It just baffles me because the other kids didn’t enjoy all the same foods as you do. For example, you love tomatoes. Tonight for dinner we cut up half the tomato for you to snack on. You gobbled it up in a moment, and then started grabbing the sliced ones meant for hamburgers. Then you gobbled up pickles… and hot dogs… and grapes… and “beer” (root beer, that is). Yes, I’m sorry that at age 1 you know and love all those foods. This is what happens when you are child #4. You get all the goods. As for all the “tandy” you ate today at the grocery store… I’m glad it kept you happy, but we may have to ban that along with the dirt.

Do you see how cute you are Truman? We love every bit of you.

Love, love, love you! Mom