Thursday, April 19, 2012

Letter to Aric


Dear Aric (fondly known as Buddha),

Mommy calls you Buddha because you look just like the statue. You have the cheeks and the tummy.  All you have to do is sit on the floor, cross your legs, and there you have it!  

You like to touch everything.  If it catches your eye, you must get it.  This could be mommy's hair or necklace, an invisible spec on the table, or AJ's face.  If it's within reach, you will grab it with force.

You laugh and chuckle when someone blows you kisses on your cheeks or neck.  You even crack up about eating!?!?  You have spit on me several times because the joke (in your head) was so comical.

Lastly but certainly not least, you are ready to run away.  Sit you up and you want to stand.  Stand you up and your feet get moving.  You try to let go.  But, Buddha, I hate to tell you something.  You can't stand up by yourself yet.  Don't rush it.  Enjoy being carried as long as possible.

Love, Mommy



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