33 Months

My Love,

You are the big man at pre-school and it is the cutest thing on the planet.  Your teachers call you and three other boys "The Inseparables."  Hugh, Charlie, Chase, and Wyatt.  You play together on the playground boat everyday.  When we walked in the other day Charlie was sitting on Mrs. Schwalb's lap, when he saw you he called "There's Wyatt!" Then jumped down and ran over to you.  Mrs. Schwalb said that Charlie was upset when he walked in and you weren't there yet.  It is so comforting to know that you have surrounded yourself with friends and love going to school so much.  I am 100% positive that you have fun every time you go.  I know that not everyone sticks with their pre-school friends but I have and I hope the same for you.

We received this lovely Target toy catalog which has become your new favorite book.  You love reading it on the toilet for hours.  No, thats an exaggeration.  More like 30-45 minutes.  You sit there on your throne (after usually going in the first 5 minutes), going over each page.  You want Santa to bring you EVERY SINGLE toy in that catalog.  And for some reason you actually think thats going to happen.  I told you that Santa only brings a few toys if you are really good then Gammy, Auntie B, Dada, and the rest of the family will get you something.  But you are adamant that he will bring you everything.  We chatted for a while about how Christmas is not about getting gifts, it is about giving gifts and showing people you love them.  You said you would buy me a beautiful shirt, just what I always wanted.

I was putting you to bed the other night (you were in a million question mood which happens quite often and is absolutely my most favorite time of day) and asked me "Gammy is going to sleep with Pa?" A pretty intuitive question for a 2 year old and one that I was mildly stumped by.  I went with the first answer I could think of which I knew was going to lead to more questions.
"Well, Gammy and Pa are married."
"What is married?"
"When two people love each other sometimes they get married.  They live together and make a home.  Sometimes they have children and they have dinner together and care for each other.  They're a family."
"Are we married?"
"No Bud.  We're not married.  But we are a family and I do love you very very much."
OK, so you have to agree that you are the sweetest little boy on the planet.  And I am sure you can see how it would be confusing.

You are started showing interest in having your own bed.  You picked out a quilt set that is actually really cute and that you will be getting for Christmas.  I think I am going to re-do the whole bedroom upstairs for you.  I am not sure it is going to work but if you are interested I feel like I have to give it a try.  It is bittersweet for me.  When you first joined my bed, I knew it was going to be hard to get you out but I also knew it was a temporary situation.  A 7 year old is not going to want to sleep in his mothers bed.  Selfishly, I enjoy having you with me at night.  I still wake up and listen to you breathe and talk in your sleep. Last night you woke up from a bad dream and yelled for me that there were snakes in the bed.  And I was right there so you just snuggled back into me and were back asleep in a heartbeat.  It is nice to be able to provide that kind of comfort for you.  Its something that I will not always be able to do.  I know it is not right for all families but having you in my bed was wonderful.  I wouldn't have given it up for the world and I will be sad to see you go.  But you must know you will always have a warm spot right next to me no matter where you go or when you get there.

I love you everyday,
Momma