Category Archives: Letters to my babies

Dinner conversation with an almost 5 year old: fat people, bad guys and zombies


OMG. Tonight’s dinner conversation with an almost 5 year old…

Ian: I don’t laugh at fat people.
Dad: What?
Ian: I don’t laugh at fat people.
Dad: That’s right, but why do you know that?
Ian: Another kid did and that was wrong.
Dad: You know you shouldn’t call people fat right?
Ian: Of course dad. I was just telling you.
Mom: Everybody is different and we show everyone equal respect.
Ian: That’s not right mom.
Mom: No, that is true Ian. We respect everyone.
Ian: What about bad guys and zombies? What about bad zombies? They are all really bad. We really don’t treat bad zombies with respect.
Mom and Dad: (No Response)


Ian’s vocab


My four year old Ian, I believe your vocabulary might be past your age bracket. Here’s the conversation we had today just before nap:

M: You’re playing with your Cars figures a lot today, do you like them?
I: Yeah, they’re cool.
M: Is that Mader? Is he your favorite?
I: Yes, it is. He’s a tow truck. He’s really big, do you see how big he is? But I like Lightening McQueen better.
M: Really? Where’s your Lightening McQueen car?
I: Well, I have several but none are available right now.

Uh, ok kid. I didn’t know you knew how to use the word available correctly. A few weeks ago you asked me if you could help carry the beverages downstairs. I love it, but I’m a bit surprised by your vocab skills!

Last night I finally got to put you to bed. Your sister is pretty attached to Mommy and usually cries if Mommy leaves the room, so Daddy gets to put you to bed most days. It was nice to read you a book, cuddle and talk in bed. We talked about when you grow up, you said you might want to have some kids.

M: When you get older you’ll probably get married and have kids.
I: Yeah, that sounds about right.
M: How many kids do you think you’ll have?
I: Probably nine.
M: (trying not to giggle or sound surprised) Oh? That’s a bunch of kids! Do you think Daddy and I could visit and play with them?
I: That would be ok. It might be nine four-year-olds.
M: Well, we’ll do our best to play then.
I: Ok Mom, you can go now.

So, I was shocked then dismissed in a matter of a few minutes. You also said some rough things that made me sad, that you love Dad more and that you don’t love me. I know we’re still working on the concept that you can love many people, and I know that Dad’s the cool one right now. I’m sure it will come around again, it always does, but it’s amazing how much that can hurt a Mommy’s heart even though I know where it’s coming from.

Regardless, you woke up this morning happy and amazingly independent. You got right up, went to the bathroom, got yourself dressed (looked pretty handsome too!) and then came in to wake Dad and I up at 7:30. You politely asked us to get up, cuddled for a few minutes and then wandered off. We got up to find you quietly coloring by yourself. It’s a drawing to send to Judi to thank her for the birthday train book she made you, I’ll post a picture of it below.

Ian's drawing age 4Ian’s drawing of three robots and a fire.

Overall Ian you are awesome and never cease to amaze me. Moving past three has been great, and so far four is better and I’m so, so glad. Less tantrums, a little less sassiness, replaced with talking back and some hurtful well articulated comments, but so many more I love you’s, funny sayings, loving comments and just fun. Four might be a challenge but so far I think it’s more fun than three.

I love you Ian James Myers.

Elia’s first word


Dear Elia,

You really started babbling yesterday (April 21, 2012) and talking about all kinds of things. “Gee, ga, da, buh buh buh!” You also said Dada and, to melt Daddy’s heart, said Daddy as he was changing you. I’m pretty sure you made his whole week with that one.

I cannot believe the vocal eruption that you’ve had in the last 24 hours. You went from a quiet, smiley baby to quite a chatterbox, but still smiling and wonderful. I can’t wait to find out what you really have to say.

I think the next big milestone is teeth. You’re so close on the bottom!

Love you little girl,


Dear Ian,


Dear Ian,

You are 4 in nine days. Yes, we’ve finally reached the single digit countdown. And I thought we’d never get here. 3 has been an eternity.

I wanted to capture some of the year we’ve endured so that we can come back and fill you in when it’s important. You know, like when you have kids. Ha!

But at the moment I am exhausted. See, your sister was sick last night and didn’t sleep all night, so neither did Mommy. So a shorter note you get now, with promises of more detail later.

Last week, you had a hard time listening and were just too excited after our trip to see Uncle Bill and Aunt Elia to settle down. You were naughty at school Tuesday, our first day back. So Wednesday we had a chat on the way to school. (Dad was in Seattle.) So we talked about good behavior and how important it is. And that we’d go to Target if you were good, since we needed to shop anyways and there could be something cool in store for you there. You know what you negotiated for at Target?

A toothbrush holder. Oh yeah, the plastic travel kind.

I am more than happy to spend a buck on this device which we need to get you anyways, so I agree. Then you proceed to tell me that you don’t think you can be good all day at school. You said, “Mom, I might have to be a little bit naughty.”

Well, at least you’re honest.

We went back and forth for awhile, and really what it seemed like was that you were negotiating just in case you weren’t good enough to earn your toothbrush holder, you wanted to be sure I’d still get it for you. I had a hard time keeping a straight face with all of this, and trying to explain to your teachers that you might be a little naughty. Awesome.

So, even though 3 has been tough, there are some funny moments.

Next day, we tried out Mc D’s for breakfast. Here’s how cute you are:

Breakfast with Ian

Oh, 9 more days. I am sure I’ll look back wistfully, but only when you’re 16 and more difficult.

I love you Ian.


Elia’s first day of daycare…


Dear Elia,

Yesterday was your first day “at school” with your brother. Mommy was a nervous wreck leaving you. I only called to check twice (in the morning and in the afternoon) and you were doing wonderful. The teachers said you were happy, smiling and even cooing at them. You really are a joy, even for others outside our family.

I still miss you during the day, as I expect I may always. I still miss Ian when he’s not with me. But I hope that this experience will be good for all of us. I hope that having a working mommy you will learn that women can be self-reliant, that we can have a career and a family. That my income will contribute to our ability to have fun as a family and have great adventures together. I hope daycare helps you become a self-reliant and independent little girl.

If nothing else, at least we’ll have healthcare.

I called today, just once so far, and it seems that you are being your charming self. I can’t wait to see you soon.

Tired girl all played out

Elia's first day of school, tired girl all played out.