I still write letters to Jax in a notebook I keep for him. Actually, I’m about to finish the second notebook of letters. And by “about to,” I really mean in another few months, since it seems I rarely have the time to keep up with the tradition I began when he was 5 weeks old. Lately, I find myself writing once every 4-8 weeks, and there was even a dry spell of about 6 months in the past year.
But nothing is more fun to me than reading some of the things I wrote about Jax over the past 3 years. Like this entry:
Wednesday, July 13, 2011:
I bought you your first babydoll last weekend. It’s kind of an ugly thing, but we were at Kohl’s and it was the only babydoll in the whole store. Today, you cradled your babydoll (oh, it’s a girl, by the way) and took her to get dressed with you. And then she accompanied us on the drive to daycare. But we had to keep her in the car to go “night-night” while you went inside to play with your friends. So cute. I’m excited to see your face when I pick you up today & you see babydoll in your carseat.
Last weekend, in addition to purchasing babydoll, we strolled around [town]‘s “Second Saturday” art thing. And at the end of the night, we (me & daddy) took you out for ice cream. You ate more ice cream than EVER before–peanut butter swirl. Mmm!
This week, we’re just laying low–it’s been 90 degrees or higher, so we aren’t leaving the house unless we have to. We might go visit Uncle Danny & Aunt Jackie tomorrow night. Randy will be over for our usual takeout meal on Friday night. But Saturday we have BIG plans –> The Wiggles! I scored us tickets to see their live concert. I have been so excited! But then I heard that Yo Gabba Gabba is coming this fall, and I want to take you to see that if this show is fun.
Well, I’d better stop writing and go back to work (I’m on my lunchbreak).
Love you tons,
Uhh, that part about being excited to see a Wiggles concert? Mega-embarrassing, but whatever. Go ahead & mock.
Jax still occasionally snuggles his babydoll, but most of her nights are spent crammed into a toybox, the poor thing. And I don’t think he’s ever developed a love for ice cream like his momma has! These days, at most he’ll eat 3 or 4 bites and call it quits, whereas I could devour an entire pint–at least–in one sitting.
It’s eye opening to read the things I wrote a year ago and realize how quickly time is passing.