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Also, a Tyson funny.

 

T: Mommy, where's Daddy?

M: He's golfing, buddy.

T: Turn on the TV. I want to watch him.

 

Oh, how I wish kiddo. Oh, how I wish...

7 Months! (and a day)

Dear Mila,

 

Yesterday you turned 7 months old. I took your pictures on time and am writing your birthday letter only one day late. I find the need to acknowledge this accomplishment in writing. Next month we probably won’t be so lucky.  

 

 

 

You are on the brink of so many milestones and reaching such a fun age that it’s hard to find time to sit and write about you….I’d much rather be playing with you!

 

You officially started sleeping through the night around 6 months, one week (two days). Not that I was counting. It was a loooong 6 months that culminated in me letting you cry it out (while I cried in my bed) for two nights. It was probably more torturous for me than it was for you, but if it ends up scaring you for life, I promise to help pay for any needed therapy.

 

 

 

The benefits of teaching you to sleep through the night were short lived as around 6 months 3 weeks your teeth decided to try and make an entrance. We’ve suffered a few painful nights/days and are still waiting for those ugly buggers to poke through. The drool amounts are epic and at this point anything within a two foot radius of you goes in your mouth. I’m guessing you’ll have your first one pop through by the end of month 7.

 

You are waaay mobile. I put you down at one end of a room and find you one minute later trapped under the bookshelf on the other end of it. You are crawling backwards and rocking forwards.  Actual purposeful crawling is only weeks away. God save us all.

 

 

 

You wave. It’s stinkin cute. You know it.

 

You eat. And you eat. And you eat. And you eat. Girl likes her food. You’ve started eating puffs . The pincer reflex isn’t quite developed, but you sure know how to grab a handful and stuff it in.  Clearly you learned this behavior from Daddy.

 

You are babbling now. Not just the high level screeches that were so enjoyable during months 4 and 5 (we still do have the pleasure of hearing those every once and awhile). A lot of bbbahh and other stuff that I have no idea how to type.  

 

Clearly you are advanced and a genius and the best looking 7 month old baby around. But you knew that already, didn’t you?

 

 

 

I love you, little Mimi.

 

Love,

 

Mommy

 

 

  

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Out of the Mouths of Toddlers

Apparently Tyson has decided to start his stand-up routine at the ripe age of 2. It should not surprise you that I appear to be the brunt of his jokes.

 

 

Tyson: I not like Mommy anymore.

Daddy: That’s not nice, Tyson. You can’t say that.

Tyson: I not like Mommy anymore, please.

 

At least you used your manners buddy.

 

 

Tyson: Mommy! I went poop two times today! What do I want a cookie or something….

 

“What do you want a cookie or something?”  Happens to be a sarcastic line I use often. Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, right?

 

 

Mommy: Tyson, what are you going to be for Halloween?

Tyson: Superman and Daddy be Superman too.

Mommy: And Mila will be Wonder Woman. What should I be?

Tyson: A Mommy.

Mommy: What should I wear?

Tyson: A vacuum.

 

Sure to impress the ladies with that one.

 

 

When he hits the road, I’ll be sure to sell tickets on the blog. Retirement here I come!

 

  

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Preschool

Dear Tyson,

In three more sleeps, you will wake up and attend your first day of preschool. You can hardly wait. Mommy, however, is a little more apprehensive. We went to Parent/Child day last week-I struggled to hold onto your hand a little longer and hold back the tears while you happily met your new friends and teacher.

I'm making Daddy take you the first day so I don't make a scene.

I hope you love school. I hope you follow directions and listen to your teachers. I hope you explore and learn things that I never could teach you. I hope you read books that we don't have at home and do art projects that I can hang proudly on the fridge. I hope you are nice to your classmates. I hope you make new friends that you can tell me all about. I hope you say, "please" and "thank you." I hope you sit still during circle time. I hope you sing new songs and learn new prayers. I hope you learn to write your name and do a Christmas program that I can take a million pictures of. I hope you come running to me when I pick you up.

School is an amazing place, buddy. Go, learn, have fun.

I will miss you.

Love,

Mommy

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