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Month 56, Version 2.0
Dear Miles, There was a time not so long ago that you were this little boy who couldn’t speak a word. You schlepped through the house, pointing and grunting to get the things you wanted/needed. You were often frustrated because eighty percent of the time, we had no clue what you were trying to tell […]
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Month 55, Version 2.0
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Month 54, Version 2.0
Dear Miles, You’re a demanding boy, that’s not breaking news. I secretly dread the two days during the week when Liv is in school all day and you don’t have school and it’s just you and me. I try to really relish these moments but you make it so damn hard. Thank goodness for your […]
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Month 52 & 53, Version 2.0
Dear Miles, I’ve had the need lately to purge the great mounds of things we have acquired in the short five years that we have resided in the ol’ blue house on Shapleigh Court. You and Olivia know the drill–when you spot me and dad dragging garbage bags out of a room, you know to […]
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Month 51, Version 2.0
Dear Miles, The concept of sibling rivalry is somewhat foreign to me since the age gap is go great between me and my sisters. Since you and Olivia are only two years apart in age, I knew your relationship with your sister would be vastly different than my own experience with my sisters and I […]
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Month 49 & 50, Version 2.0
Dear Miles, I know what you’re thinking–did Mom disappear because she finally fell off the deep end? If she’s gone, does that mean I can have her slice of pie? Thank you for your most heartfelt concern but no, I am still here. These last couple of months have been a little hairball between the […]
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Month 48, Version 2.0
Dear Miles, Your birthday came and went in a flurry leaving me asking myself, we acknowledged it, right? Yes, rest assured–I would not forget your birthday. Although you seemed rather disappointed in my decorating efforts. I had hung a birthday banner, hung balloons on your kitchen chair and even made a very high school-esque birthday […]
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Month 47, Version 2.0
Dear Miles, Well, well, well. Who is this smiling exuberant boy in front of me? You have the same short-legged stocky stature like my son but the personality surely is not the same. No, you certainly cannot be my son because my son doesn’t throw a tantrum and then seek me out to apologize for […]
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Month 46, Version 2.0
Dear Miles, School started today and I happily pushed you out the door to embark on your next journey. You’re moving in to the three’s classroom despite turning four in October so that makes you the oldest in the class which quite frankly, isn’t that bad. I was a lot more emotional yesterday with Olivia […]