Friday, November 27, 2009


Dear Felix,

You were a big hit this year at Pie Night. (The tiny pie hat your mama lovingly made for you may have had something to do with it!) Your Papa fed you a tiny bit of his Banana Mallow Pie and he said you gobbled it up eagerly. I made a Raspberry Creme pie in your honor, but maybe by next year you'll be able to pick one out on your own. Someday you'll understand just what a fabulous family tradition Pie Night is and you'll be forever grateful to have been born into a family that values pie to the extent that we do. Pie runs in our blood--It fuels our passions and colors our dreams. It's a wonder that we didn't make "Pie" your middle name considering how much we love it.

Thanks for being such a good sport, my darling. I love you lots and lots!

Love,
Mama
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Dear Felix,

It's 3:23 am and I just nursed you and got you back to sleep after 4 blissful, uninterrupted hours. You are such an amazing kid!

Tears came to my eyes tonight as I caught a glimpse of you all grown up and I realized how fleeting these moments are. Everyone I meet tells me to enjoy this time while I can, 'cause it by so quickly. "I know, I know," I feel like shouting at them, "Leave us alone already!" as if just by telling me that, they are stealing away our precious moments together right from under my nose. I just can't get enough of you.

I breathe you in, I stare at you all day, and when you've gone to bed, I look at pictures of you on my computer. I've composed a thousand letters to you in my head in hopes of telling you about all the funny things we do everyday and to tell you about all your new milestones, but somehow all that I end up typing are sappy love letters. I just can't help myself.

You are six weeks old now and have started giving us the sweetest smiles. When you drift off to sleep you grin so big and it just delights me! The other morning you were a little fussy and clearly feeling a bit rebellious, so I started cooking my breakfast while I tried to rock you to sleep. I thought we were in for a long, sleep deprived day, but the moment the bacon started to sizzle, giving off that sweet, bacon-y aroma, you grinned real big and drifted right off to sleep. Talk about comfort food.

My dear baby boy, I can't wait for you to grow up so I can learn more about you and figure out what makes you tick, but at the same time I want you to stay just as you are forever. I love you dearly and I make no apologies for how sappy this letter is. That's just what mothers do, I guess--love their kids senseless.

Love,

Mama
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