left the Kinglet in his room with two objectives: 1 - put his legos away. 2 - get dressed. He comes downstairs still in his pjs ( Read more... )

Day 30 (and then some) - One final moment ( Read more... )

Last night you fought us about going to bed until nearly ten o’clock. Then even after you slept, it was only for brief power naps so you could wake us up and start the battle all over again. Needless to say, I did not sleep well ( Read more... )

From the time I was ten years old, the two things that I most wanted to be were: Mommy, and Writer. When I quit work four months ago, those were the two reasons. Whenever I explained what I was doing to someone, I always put the one in front of the other - but in all honesty, my darling, that is a very, very narrow distinction ( Read more... )

You have never been a good sleeper. I tell people that I did not have a full night's sleep for three years - between the discomfort of pregnancy and your nightly crying fits, this is not an exaggeration ( Read more... )

For Xmas last year, your aunt gave you two shirts with cute little phrases you often said. One was “FEE FI FO FUM” I forgot what the other one was because you pulled all the letters off within a month. I recently had to ask your aunt what it was, and I felt terrible, because how could I forget something so adorably and quintessentially you? I ( Read more... )

God-King: The Kinglet says you need more number of the day in your book.
ladytairngire: What IS the number of the day?
God-King: 20!!!!!!Number of the day is 20!!20 is the number of the day.
ladytairngire: WHOAH
ladytairngire: NO WAY. ARE YOU SURE?
God-King: Yes I know what are the odds?
ladytairngire: something like 20 in 20, I suspect
God-King: ( Read more... )

I keep meaning to put in this journal all the cute little things you say and do so that I won't forget them when you get older - but I forget to do it!

But today is the day after your third birthday and while I'm sitting here thinking about how amazing you are and waiting for you to finish your eggs and ketchup, I have remembered to remember.

( Like, I remember... )

Your love-affair with letters reminds me of the way your father gets into his hobbies. Whatever he's into, it's all about that. He carries around books about it, buys magazines, finds websites, and talks talks talks about it until I have to threaten him with physical violence. This is how you are with letters ( Read more... )

( Dear The Boy... You are a letter freak. )