Here are letters 5-11 of my writing and photography project #100LettersToMySonByMarina. I hope you enjoy!
What an exciting weekend we’ve had so far!
We checked out the Children’s Museum today.
You wore a checkered button-up with a bowtie, turquoise pants and a straw hat.
The women in the elevator said you were the BEST dressed kid in the whole place.
You had so much fun at your friend’s birthday party. You ran a lot, pretended to be a
mechanic, went fishing, did some gravity experiments with a ball, and got a super cool gift bag.
Maybe we’ll buy a membership.
Today we had a family lunch at your Uncle Jorge and Aunt Melissa’s place.
(You think Uncle Jorge is Maui from the Disney movie “Moana”, by the way.)
I helped wedding plan while you jumped on their trampoline and rode their pillow pets.
You are getting so much better at talking.
Your dad and I were making a grocery list when we noticed you repeatedly telling me something.
We bought you raisins.
Your only two but your personality is so much older and bigger.
Your cold is keeping you up at night.
Yesterday you kicked me in the face while you slept.
I woke up at 3:00 A.m. and stayed up working, so I guess it worked out.
You saw me rubbing my eyes in the morning and asked if I was tired.
When I said “yes” and told you why, you laughed and said, “Mama funny.”
Glad I amuse you.
You’ve got an amazing ability to be full from a bite or two of your meals,
but you can literally eat a whole pineapple or batch of grapes in the time it takes me to turn around.
You are difficult.
I want this on record now, so when you call me complaining about your future kids,
you’ll already know my response.
You’ve got a bad cold. You keep asking for hugs and you want me to “bous” (kiss) your nose.
I hate when you’re sick.
On the upside, you’re still bossy.
Have I told you how particular you are about the color of your socks?
“I want red socks.”
“What about these grey ones?”
(I only found one red sock.)
“No! Red ones!”
“OK. What about one red and one grey?”
And I breathe a sigh of relief.