Letter to Max (7 years 6 months)

Dear Max,

Hey big guy. It's past time for me to be writing another letter to you. I thought I would attach a photo I took of you today. The sun FINALLY came out - the last week the temperatures were the coldest I have ever experienced with the wind chill factor.

Today the sun came out and the temperature is above zero.
You are outside on the big pile of snow Ben made for you in the yard sledding in your shorts and slippers! Funny Guy. Have I told you lately that I love your beautiful smile?





Earlier this week you were at horseback riding lessons and Mama Shel texted me and said you were wearing size 9 men's boots. I was shocked - because that's the size I wear. I decided to check it out when we were home together and I got this shot of our feet. YIKES! Your feet ARE as big as mine laddie - and you are SEVEN years old. Holy moly. ( I also love this photo because it shows how much the puppies love you. This is Flames at 3 months old)



You have done a couple of things recently I wanted to write down so I don't forget. I was in the grocery store with you and your brother. He and I were playing in the cart and you told me I was being embarrassing to you in public! I have a feeling that your brother and I will be a source of embarrassment to you a lot as you grow older unfortunately.

In the same grocery store visit in the check out line you were standing too close to the woman in front of us. I explained to you that you were in her bubble and needed to step back. You came and stood by me and put your hand right on my boob and asked if you were in my bubble now. I couldn't stop laughing, and yes, you were in my bubble!

One of the ways I know you are growing and maturing is the way you are playing with your brother. You used to get so frustrated with him using his imagination because your world is so black and white. This week he was dressed, as usual, in his Iron Man costume and you got dressed up as a dragon and played with him! I was listening to you talking to him and you make me laugh. You don't like it so much when I laugh, because you haven't figured out yet that I am not making fun of you (we will keep working on it) so I don't laugh out loud when I am with you, but Bud, you are a funny guy. You called out to Iron Man to come to you in the kitchen and he replied "Just a minute" to which you responded " You can't say just a minute when you are Iron Man, it could be an emergency!"

I just want to remind you that for as long as you live you are welcome to be in my bubble. I love you my son.

Rest your head, close to my heart, never to part, Baby of mine.

Love Mama Ju

Letter from Max

Yesterday when I went to pick up the mail there was an envelope addressed to Shel and I.

I recognized the handwriting as Maxies.

He went on a class trip to the post office and sent us a letter.

Inside was a valentine for us.

I LOVE being a parent.

A letter to underwear makers

To whom it may concern,

I am writing this letter as a fat person who wears underwear and occasionally purchases new underwear.

I purchase my underwear at a "fat lady store". We could discuss why I am fat, or when I got fat, or how I got fat, but let's just accept for the purposes of this letter that I am currently fat and move on from there.

I recently purchased new underwear and I have a complaint. Why, oh why, do you (and by "you" I mean the designers and fabricators of underwear for fat women) insist on putting little bows on every pair of underwear I can find in the free world.

Let me explain something. I am not wearing underwear to flatter anyone. I am wearing underwear purely for functional purposes and there is no functional purpose for a bow anywhere on my undergarments.

The only thing these little bows do is make another little "bump" underneath my clothing. I don't need anymore "bumps" under my clothing.

When I try to remove the bows, what happens is that the place where the bow was located either 1. begins to fray or 2. gets a small hole that turns into a large hole rapidly. Both of these outcomes force me to purchase yet more underwear with yet more bows.

PLEASE - for the sake of everyone - (and by everyone I mean both fat people and people who have to LOOK at fat people) STOP putting bows on fat lady underwear.

Sincerely,

One fat lady considering commando as a legitimate option to "bow-ey" underwear.

Letter #2

Email has really taken the place of letters for many of us.
My dad is not one to hand written notes or emails, so when something arrives from him it is always exciting.
He sent me an email this week.

Here it is (in italics), I copied it right from the email and did not just write it here.


Julie, Julie, Julie,


I love you
DAD

Letter #1

This month on NaBloPoMo the theme is "letters".
I participated in the NaBloPoMo in November blogging every day of the month and loved it. I was REALLY looking forward to doing it again in March when I realized I could do it every month and that the peeps at NaBloPoMo were posting monthly themes. Last month the theme was "lists' (which I LOVE) but I missed the first day and since I have a "touch" of obsessiveness, I decided that it was pointless to start a daily posting when I had missed the first day.
I am now starting on day number one of APRIL, with a letter which I have scanned from a boy in elementary school. My mom kept the letter. If it is too hard I will write down what he wrote under the picture. I hope you can read it.