Dear Sylvan,
Tonight, you told me that “Instead of blood, bones, and boogers, you should be filled with beads” (like Giraffe Spot Giraffe Giraffe, your baby, who’s filled with something like beads or beans).
You like to count, add, and subtract, and I think it’s neat how intuitive number-crunching seems to be for three-year-olds. What, Mom? Of course two more than three is five.
Now for some photos. Let’s face it, it’s December, and I have way too many holiday things I make myself do, so you don’t really need a long letter, right?
This wasn’t super-comfy, but like any red-blooded child or cat, you dig boxes!
So, I’m ready for Thanksgiving dinner. Are you guys gonna sit down sometime soon?
Elena clearly loves you, since you’re obviously the only one in the house who’s any fun. She smiles at you when you encapsulate her in her activity mat (Don’t encourage him, Elena.) and follows your every move when you bound around the house singing the alphabet song without your clothes on.
I love you,
Mommy