Showing posts with label snow. dear someone. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Dear Someone

Dear Bug,

Work with me. Say this: "Daddy."

Now repeat it a few times so it rolls off your tongue easily. Got it?

Great! Now you can call to Daddy or go to his side of the bed every few mornings. He can get your breakfast, bribe you to get on the potty change your diaper and even turn on the TV! Yessir, Daddy can do all of that and he's ready and eager to hang out with you in the early morning hours and probably feels a little extra sleep wouldn't be a bad idea for Mommy.

Remember, Mommy can't have all the fun.

Love,
Sleepy Mommy

Dear Snow,

High five and fist mitten bumps all around...DC broke the record for the snowiest winter ever! Woo hoo! The record had been in place since the 1800s so it took a lot of snow to reach this high (heh). When my neighbor told me the news I had a tear in my eye, but to be fair that may have been from the strong gust of wind that blew snow in my face while I was shoveling.

You're almost the same height as Bug and some of your drifts are as tall as I am. Streets are mostly unplowed, Metro isn't running above ground and buses are limited--if running at all. My office has been closed since Friday. No doubt about it, you're impressive.

We've become creative with games for Bug since you arrived. Today he played "let's empty the poker caddy and restack the chips and cards." The game lasted nearly 40 minutes--I think we've got a new family favorite!

Just one question: NOW THAT YOU'RE HERE WHERE DO WE PUT YOU?

Signed,
Still a snow lover

Dear Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuce,

Just wanted to let you know that I'm doing fine with all the snow in DC. I heard Jersey got hit as well and hope you're okay. It's cold and we've been shoveling out but I've got your love music to keep me warm.

See you from mediocre seats at the next concert soon,
Mag

To whom it may concern,

In case you don't hear from me for a few days I've probably channeled my inner Laura Ingalls and decided to go for a walk. Donnie and I want to get chocolate a few essentials. I expect to see quite a few people trudging through the snow out and about mostly heading to an open Starbucks after being cooped up.

Signed,

Mag

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