Thursday, January 08, 2009
Hello Badnesses!
The holidays (Christmas, I mean) are behind us, and now we dive into January birthday season. Oh, the agonies of remembering all your dearest friends' names, so we can send those invitations...
Alex, you are getting extremely tall, which makes it harder to fit in our bed when everyone piles in for the reading of books in the evening. Daddy claims he won't read to you any more when you turn 9 this month, but we'll see how successful he'll be in keeping you out.
Anna, you are extremely precious, except for three things: you don't like to take baths or showers, you don't comb your hair, and you hardly ever flush. Otherwise you are a sweet little angel (except when you are fighting with your brothers). You did great in the Christmas Play at school, too (see angel on the right), but you must have set a new record for the number of yawns by a participant in a live performance. It's hard to stay awake when you only have 4 lines to say in the whole hour (and you said them beautifully), so we can't blame you for feeling bored the rest of the time.
Anthony, you are a menace. More so than before, I mean. You are finally starting to talk a little. Your most favorite word is "Daddy!", pronounced with different inflections depending on the family member you are imitating. Sometimes you yell "Daddy! Money!". I think you mean "Mommy", but who can be sure... You call me "Mama", with a nice French accent on the last syllable. Some other favorite words: "moo!", "go", "yellow", "no", "book", and other, longer things, in Punchese, which I'm not sure how to spell. And of course, your love for music continues as in addition to singing, you are starting to experiment with new instruments.
Love,
Mommy
The holidays (Christmas, I mean) are behind us, and now we dive into January birthday season. Oh, the agonies of remembering all your dearest friends' names, so we can send those invitations...
Alex, you are getting extremely tall, which makes it harder to fit in our bed when everyone piles in for the reading of books in the evening. Daddy claims he won't read to you any more when you turn 9 this month, but we'll see how successful he'll be in keeping you out.
Anna, you are extremely precious, except for three things: you don't like to take baths or showers, you don't comb your hair, and you hardly ever flush. Otherwise you are a sweet little angel (except when you are fighting with your brothers). You did great in the Christmas Play at school, too (see angel on the right), but you must have set a new record for the number of yawns by a participant in a live performance. It's hard to stay awake when you only have 4 lines to say in the whole hour (and you said them beautifully), so we can't blame you for feeling bored the rest of the time.
Anthony, you are a menace. More so than before, I mean. You are finally starting to talk a little. Your most favorite word is "Daddy!", pronounced with different inflections depending on the family member you are imitating. Sometimes you yell "Daddy! Money!". I think you mean "Mommy", but who can be sure... You call me "Mama", with a nice French accent on the last syllable. Some other favorite words: "moo!", "go", "yellow", "no", "book", and other, longer things, in Punchese, which I'm not sure how to spell. And of course, your love for music continues as in addition to singing, you are starting to experiment with new instruments.
Love,
Mommy
