Dear J-P, My days begin promptly at 5 a.m. I endeavor to put the baby back to sleep, yet to no avail. He is wide-eyed, increasingly talkative, and laughs at my vain attempts. It is impossible to stay mad at him, however, when he showers me with kisses, hugs, and spends his morning playing, laughing, and dancing about the room.
Max misses you. Immensely. He has been acting out in the most atrocious ways. No doubt a direct result of your absence. Before your next trip you must teach me the dump truck song, the fire truck song, and the big rig song. He is deeply vexed by my inability to carry a tune, and even more disturbed when I am unable to comply with his request for a backhoe loader song. As a result he is on a nap strike. Yesterday he spent an hour and a half jumping up and down in his crib while screaming "NO, I NOT TAKE A NAP!" over and over through tantrum-style tears.
The weather is absolutely divine. We spend the better part of the afternoon outdoors. Today the forecast predicts another perfect 78 degrees. Great-grandma McDonald is enjoying her stay and has been obliged to read to the boys, giving me a much needed break from the truck books.
Please make haste in returning to us, as the children find me a dull, insipid playmate in comparison to you and I'm not sure how long they can endure your absence.
Affectionately,
M-A
p.s. if you continue to find the pollution incapacitating, i urge you to forgo your pride and install a gas mask about your face.
5 comments:
Oh, this was so sweet. Every child needs their daddy so much, especially every little boy. I bet J-P ate this letter up.
I love it. Mary Ann, you've really captured Jane Austen's syntax here. It's fantastic; I'm so impressed. Do you guys want to come to the train park with us tomorrow?
yes, the train park sounds great...what time?
Thanks, MA. I miss you guys! I wish I had that webcam, dang it! I could sing a couple of songs to him. Anyway, I'm starting Tuesday!
Love you!
Love this Mary Ann! Hope you are hanging in there!
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