The other day, Papa mentioned that you’re now officially closer to being 5 years old than you are to being a newborn…
Dear Jude, You’re growing up too fast. Please slow down…
Not only have you turned two and a half, but by the time I get around to publishing this post, you’ll be well on your way to (Oh. My. God.) being three years old. Dear Lord. I don’t remember signing up for this…
Dear Jude, You have had quite an exciting month–new toys and new friends and a new weekly breakfast date. We’ve all been busy, busy, busy, but you really seem to be enjoying every minute of life…
Dear Jude, For me, the biggest problem I have with being a stay at home mom is that I never really know what day it is. Monday or Tuesday? The fifth or the sixth of the month…
Dear Jude, This letter to you is late. Three days late, to be exact…
Dear Snoring Monkey, I’ve been horrible about updating this blog lately. I have no real excuse. I’ve simply been tired…
Dear Jude, Your Papa has begged me to stop calculating your age in months…
Dear Jude, Well, Monkey–we made it! Two years of living and loving and laughing (interspersed with a touch of whining, crying, and screaming–but I’m not too concerned with remembering those times) are in the books….
Dear Jude, Well. It has finally happened. You’ve officially entered the last month of your second year of life…