Letters to Our Children – January 2017

Dear Ariya,

It’s a new year!  You’re back at school, back to your usual routine.  You’re learning your letters, having fun at school with the many crafts and activities that you do.  It’s been pretty cold at home, but no serious snow just yet.  It just so happened that the one weekend that we went to visit Nani and Nanu, it actually snowed down there!  We weren’t prepared and didn’t bring your snow gear, but your daddy braved the roads to drive to Walmart and get you new snow boots.  And boy did you have fun!  8 inches of snow full of fun!  I’m hoping we get some snow at home though, because our front yard is made for sledding.  But when we’re not hoping for snow, we’re going to Asha’s music class, or your ballet class.  We go to the children’s museum, and have playdates with friends from school. And on the rare day that it’s warm, we go out on the patio so that you can ride your bike.

The other day, you saw some construction workers outside.  The first time you mentioned what you wanted to be when you grow up.  You said “I wish I could be a construction worker so I can dig like that”.

A year ago, you had the hardest time pronouncing your S’s.  Like School was cool, Snack was nack.  Cutest ever.  You’re outgrowing it, and I kind of miss it.  I

It’s been rough for you though.  You’ve been missing your daddy.  It’s tough for you, when he’s at work for long stretches of time, when you don’t get to see him.  He’s gone before you wake up, and he comes home past your bedtime.  But it’s ok, you’re strong.  Your daddy will be off for a few days and will spend all of his time with you.

Dear Asha,

You are walking now!  It’s crazy, you’ve taken more than a few steps, and you get so excited each time you go further than the last.  Well, you’re not full blown walking yet, but you’re so close.  And I’m not ready.  I actually burst into tears.  Where did the time go?  When you did you go from being my little baby to being my little toddler?  You’re babbling up a storm too.  I keep saying mama, dada, but nope, no first words yet.  Just a lot of syllables.  You’re also still waking up at least once in the middle of the night.  I’m trying not to let it get to me.  I’m hoping that you’ll get over it.  I just don’t know how to help you get over it.  Can anyone out there help me out?

You do love your sister, you’re her little shadow.  You’re obsessed with legos, just like her.  You want to play with her play doh everytime she’s playing with it (and promptly puts it in your mouth, bleh). And you love pulling her hair.  For some reason she lets you.  I don’t understand why she lets you, but she does.  Because she loves you so.  She loves flinging you around, holding you, picking you up.  And you love every second of it.  You’re so lucky to have each other.

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Portra 400NC on Nikon f100

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Fuji 400h on Pentax 67ii

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