Friday, September 23, 2011

Letters of Intent


Dear Owen,
I understand you miss Madeline while she is at school. And I know Benzilla likes to knock down pretty much every tower you build and isn't the greatest playmate yet. But I really need you to learn to play by yourself. I am not asking for much, just 15 minutes a day. You already get up with the sun, by 10 am Mommy just needs a break. Can we work on this? Thanks sweetie!

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Dear genetics,

Why am I starting to experience things only old people experience. Like my hair, what is going on with it? I am not that old, 31 is not old! I had 5 grays last summer. This summer I can't count them anymore. I wasn't looking to dye my hair, but that is what I will be doing this weekend. I do not accept the gray, prepare for the red! What is next, wrinkles? I am sorry I ever complained about looking too young. I will take that any day over the gray!

-not ready to get old yet

linking up with Foursons


Rachel said...

Ahh - a busy early riser, eh?

And I'm experiencing the "joys" of genetics too... or rather stress. Those darn gray hairs! :)

Foursons said...

Oh the joys of little boys! Hang in there, in about 10 years you won't be able to get him out of bed on a Saturday morning.

Post pictures of your new hair, I want to see it.

Thanks for linking up!