Showing posts with label Letter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Letter. Show all posts

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Letter to Uncle Cody

The girls helped me write an email to my little brother tonight.  Here's what I transcribed:
Ellie, "Adios amigos!  Adios amigos!"  I don't think she knows Spanish well. 

Annie giggles and corrects, "Hola!"  Ellie added, "Hola pato!"  Since we have taken to addressing ducks in Spanish around these parts.  "Hola patoHola patoHola paco!" she says.  Don't know why it suddenly switched to 'paco'.   Annie, "How are you doing?  In Uruguay?"  Now she's jumping up and down and giggling.  Isaac is in bed for the night, and Owen's lying on the bed getting fussy 'cause nobody's holding him.  I'm prodding Annie to talk about Conference.  Annie says, "Hola."  This is working well.  "Hola pato!" hijacks Ellie, "That's like hello or goodbye for ducks."
Annie finally stops giggling long enough to say, "I got Bingo on one of my Conference papers!"  She ROCKED Conference Bingo.  Jelly beans were consumed in mass quantities.  Annie had a friend call to play about an hour into the first session on Saturday, but she could not be torn away from all of her papers and Conference packet stuff for another half hour.  We have pages of decorated ties, tally marks for most popular words, and coloring pages of President Monson. 

Ellie is singing a song to Owen to try to calm him down on the bed.  It went, "You are stinky, stinky, stinky and you cry, cry, cry!"  It did not seem to help.

"He he he.  It did not seem to help," Annie giggles as she reads over my shoulder. She is now dissolved into a pile of giggles on the floor after reading the last sentence about her reading over my shoulder. 
"When is Cody gonna come home?" Ellie whines, "I want to go on a cruise already!"  Yeah Cody, way to hold up the cruise. :-)  Now she's singing you the "Months of the Year" song she learned at Preschool.  Now she's pointing out where she's finding the word 'Ellie' in the email, "Why did you spell Ellie?" she asks, but then is distracted and starts singing the months again.

Annie is still giggling.  "I'm reading along!" she laughs.  [Reads over my shoulder].  More giggling.  More giggling still.  [Reads over my shoulder].  Loud laughter.  But not the kind cautioned against in Conference.  :-)  Both girls are now in a pile on the floor, laughing.  I don't think Ellie knows what Annie's laughing about, but she's joined.  I told them they now have one last chance to say something to Uncle Cody before bedtime, "I love you Cody!" Ellie exclaims.  She's now singing the Months song again.

Annie giggles upon reading that, but had said a few seconds ago, "I watched half of both parts of Conference."  [Reads over my shoulder].  Giggles.  She really did love Conference, and would proudly show you the papers with the words she heard, and a couple notes from talks. ("Helping" was what she got from one talk.  Score . . . Family Home Evening tomorrow is now on Service!)

"Bye Cody!  Bye Cody!" Ellie exclaims while blowing kisses!  Then she looks at the computer screen and says, "Thanks that we can see you!"  Pause.  "Wait?"  Did she just figure out this wasn't Skype like on Christmas?!

"I love you Cody," says Ellie again while Annie's deciding what to say.  "YAY!  ELLIE! E-L-L-I-E!" she exclaims as she sees her name typed.

"Uncle Doh-doh," Annie giggles.

"I Love You, Doh doh!" Ellie loudly laughs.

"And now she's calling you Doh-dy," Annie laughs as Ellie dances around the room singing, "I love Doh-dy, I love Doh-dy." 

"Dad says I used to have imaginary friends called Doh-doo and Iah," Annie says incredulously.  Greg brought them up when they were calling you 'Doh-doh'.  I don't know if she believes him.  Remember Doh-doo?  He drove a car.  And was married to Iah.  I think Annie's my only kid who's had imaginary friends.  Oldest child thing, maybe? 

"Have fun," Annie finally settles on her parting words, "Have a good mission!"  She thinks for a second, "I love you Cody. Bye."

There you have it, a combined family letter. :-)  Enjoy the attached pictures of poor Isaac in his cast, and Owen on his third month birthday.

Annie reads the last sentence, "Does he even know we have an Owen?" Annie asks.  I assure her I've sent you letters and pictures about him, and you're aware of Owen's existence.

Love you Bug!

Monday, November 8, 2010

Dear Daylight Savings,

Dear Daylight Savings,

  You were supposed to help me out here, dude.  As my kids have slowly transitioned to going to bed at 9PM instead of 8:00 or even earlier, I kept just waiting for you to come.  "Daylight savings will save us, our kids will go down at 8 or earlier again," Greg and I would tell ourselves.  And as the kids have been sleeping a little later (8AM or even later for Annie), I would think, "I can handle the waking up earlier.  It'll just be 7AM like it used to, and then we'll have more time to get ready for preschool so there'll be less stress and yelling of, 'What did you do with your backpack now?!'" and "I told you to get shoes on ten minutes ago!"

   I remembered back to Spring, before you made your visit for the season, when my children would sleep from 7:30PM-7:30AM almost every night and our sleep life was perfect (we also didn't have a four month old around, I acknowledge that part isn't your fault).  Then you came, and everything was turned on it's head.  My kids wouldn't go to sleep until 8:30 or so, and yet still woke up at 7:30 or earlier every morning, as if they had a clock in their heads.  They lost an entire hour of sleep that one night and never regained it.  I'm not afraid to admit that I blamed you.  Exclusively.  And rather bitterly.  I muttered a few choice things under my breath about your very existence. 

   But here it was, Fall.  You had a chance to redeem yourself Daylight Savings.  You really did.  I was fully prepared to have the kids up at 7AM again, but I couldn't wait for them to be in bed before 9PM and to gain that hour of precious evening time for Greg and I to talk like adults and not have to yell stuff in the direction of our daughters' room like, "You've already had three drinks, you're just going to pee through your diaper!" or "I've already kissed all your dolls, just go to sleep!" or "If you two don't stop talking, one of you will have to go sleep in the bathroom!"

   Call me naive, but I was hopeful.  Couldn't wait for your arrival again.

   You screwed me over Daylight Savings -- I don't know how you did it, but my kids went to bed after 9:15 last night, and Ellie was up at 6-freaking-30.  You accomplished nothing. 

   Thanks a lot for that.

Sincerely,
Not-Your-Biggest-Fan,
Hilary