As I was looking at my gargantuan and ridiculous to-do list at the next task I should take on, I felt the best use of my time would be to write your letter. This may be the ghetto-est letter that I have ever written for the following reasons:
1. It is combined to both of you.
2. There are no current photos of you.
3. It is HORRIBLY late.
4. I am including the photo below. I feel that it is capturing how I am feeling right now. Except pretend that the giant Bears blow up man is my life. My life is slapping me in my head.
I have a lot of good excuses for the reasons above -- some are better than others, sure. For example, the reason I do not have any pictures of you is because I cannot upload any new photos because our computer is maxed to the brim on storage space, which requires us to buy an external hard drive. It sounds so easy in theory -- just go to the store and buy an external hard drive. But, that would require me getting into the car with one or more children, buckling Sam into a car seat that smells like puke or listening to Abe dry heave from the smell of puke and getting to the store. That, of course, is after making it out of the house and past the growing pile of laundry, the multiple pages of half-colored Mario, Wiggles, and Toy Story sheets that are splayed all over the place, all over the house, and then tripping over the pile of shoes that are in a pile right outside the door in our garage.
But, this isn't about me and my inability to get anything accomplished. This is about you two! And while I could go on and on about the joys of winter (aka puke-a-thons) and Holidays (aka stress-a-thons) I will just keep to what you guys are up to.
We had a very nice Thanksgiving at Baba and Rob's house. You both were very excited to be there, and you loved all of the Christmas decorations. Sam loved all of the balls on the tree and tried to remove them and throw them wherever he could. Abe loved the carousel and the idea of hot chocolate. (I say "idea" because he really, really wanted it, and then did not like it. Although he did eat his fair share of marshmallows. So whatever.)
We watched the Macy's parade, and Abe got very excited to see Buzz Lightyear, and then sort of was over it. I mean, it is sort of long, and I was getting a bit annoyed with all of those Broadway show numbers. Obviously, it does not keep the attention of a 4-year-old either.
Abe fell asleep about an hour before dinner, so I woke him up right before. He sat at the table and said, "Mama, why did you do that to me? I was sleeping so good in there." Of course, he ate nothing, but then later had three turkey sandwich sliders. Sam ate nothing. Which is in true fashion to his Olsen twin diet he has been maintaining as of late.
When we got home we put up the Christmas decorations and watched the movie "Elf." Sam, once again, thought the ornaments were balls and when he got a hold of one threw it as far as he could. This usually resulted in shattering. Now, however, he likes to throw things AT the tree. Whether it be a ball, crayon, Toy Story toy, whatever. This does not go over well for him.
Sam, you are talking up a storm. Well, you are saying a lot of words and pronouncing almost all of them wrong, but I enjoy it anyway. You say "Tanta" (Santa), "Lello" (yellow), "Peeeeez" (please), "Sheck" (Shrek), "Bafff"(bath). The jury is still out on whether you know who I am. You say Mama when you are crying and want to be picked up. If I ask you who I am, you just look at me and smile. You have called pictures of me, "Baba," and my favorite, "Bri." So, I am not sure what the deal is there. If it is some sort of game you are playing, which honestly I would not be surprised.
We had a big stand off with you about saying, "Please." You just would not do it. You would have rather starved than said the word "Please." We knew you could say it, but you just wouldn't on demand. Finally, I broke down and decided to try fruit snacks. We have been holding off giving you fruit snacks because of their crack-like quality with children. Abe will soon be going to a rehab facility to break himself of the addiction. But, one day, you picked up the little package on the table and started following me around while carrying them. Then you said, "PEEEEEEEEEZ." Well, I just had to give them to you.
You are quite the character, I must say. You are pretty funny. You have quite the temper and like to push things pretty far. The other day you were trying to lay on top of Ozzie and laughing at how he was getting so upset. I grabbed you and moved you away and said, "NO!" You know what you did? You growled at me. Yes. Growled.
Abe, you are four going on 35. I love how you talk, and the words you use. Trying new words left and right. You used the word "suddenly" the other day as well as "Duh." I asked if you knew what "duh" meant and you said, "Yeah. It means ... snocky." Well played my man. When in doubt just make up a new word.
Your favorite thing to do is cut out pictures of toys from ads, catalogs, magazines, etc. You like to make collages and sometimes put them in baggies and call them your "Papers." I am not really sure what this means, but I am just going to go with the fact that I think you are creative. You also love to color, and you are pretty good at it for a 4 year old. You are very particular about the right colors -- and you don't really tolerate people taking artistic liberties on things (I am talking to you Gigi Toot Toot.)
I hope you both know I love you very much. Even though I am stressed and I have a lot to do, all of this Holiday stuff is all worth it to make memories with you two. You two are so much fun to be around (when you are not puking or screaming or growling, for that matter) and I would not have my house decorated in any other way besides with Mario coloring book papers and tiny little socks throughout. When we were putting up the Christmas decorations,Abe said, "This is a special day!"
You are right, Abe, and you will never know how special it was for me.
(And now, a warmy snuggly picture of Ozzie).
Love,
Mama
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