26 September 2016

Hey N,
In the car today, you made me laugh so hard that I snorted. While playing Pokemon Go, you caught a pokemon on the first try and triumphantly exclaimed, "I am FREAKING AWESOME!!!". You are freaking awesome. And freaking hilarious...
Love,
Mom

23 August 2016

My silly B,
You like to pretend that you are a horse. And you neigh nonstop at the most inconvenient times. Like church. A couple of weeks ago, you neighed throughout the entire duration of sacrament meeting. LOUDLY, too. Oh, B. You're a weirdo.
Love,
Mom

10 August 2016

Miss O,
You do well with saying your siblings' names. You don't even use nicknames. But you struggle with Cuca. Whom you try to call Cuca. The only problem is that you don't know how to make the hard C sound. You've learned to adapt, though, and instead say his name with two tongue clicks. They even include "oo" and "ah" at the end of each click. It's hilarious. 
Love,
Mom

23 June 2016

My sweet, littlest O,
Eating with you is always an adventure. You're one of our best eaters, but that doesn't mean you're the most conventional. For instance, you're a nibbler. You eat at a decent pace until you're near finished. At that point, you start taking the teeniest, tiniest bites. Microscopic morsels. When you're  not delicately nibbling, you're stuffing your face. And, by this, I don't mean that you're eating a ton... No. You're literally stuffing your face into the food on your plate to eat like a puppy. No hands. While standing. You bend forward while on your feet, place your face in your food, and take a bite. Of course, the other littles think that this is hilarious. And I'll admit, I find it a bit entertaining, too. Tonight, after dinner was over, you topped off your dining spectacle by licking your sippy cup clean of food remnants. Oh, little O.
Love,
Mom

18 June 2016

Little B,
For the past year or so, I've affectionately called you Boos. I had originally wanted to nickname you Benj, but it never stuck. Boos has. Until now. Your dad jokingly called you by a name an uncle dubbed you when you were just a wee thing. So today, when I asked if you were my Boos, you replied, "No. No Boos. I'm Blobby B." Lovely...
Love,
Mom