The One with the Friday's Letters

I am linking up with Ashley over at The Sweet Season for Friday's Letters.

 

Dear Hubs,

Thanks for loving me and putting up with my occasional grumpus-ness.  You mean the world to me and I couldn't ask for a better man to share this life with.  I am very much looking forward to this three-day weekend with you and the boys.

Dear Max,

I love you to pieces crazy dog, but you need to stop the jealous stealing of everything that doesn't belong to you.  I know you don't get nearly as much attention since L arrived, but we still love you and you need to behave!

Dear New Students,

Please be a good group of kids and take it easy on your teacher who will really be struggling to stay focused on teaching while her baby is at home.  I promise to do my best to be an awesome teacher this year if you promise to try your best too.

Dear Weather,

Please cooperate and don't be too shitty this weekend.  I am looking forward to some outside time at some point.

Dear Mom,

Thanks for joining this crazy household and taking care of Liam while we work.  I know it won't be the easiest transition living with your control freak of a daughter but we are so happy and blessed that you can do this for us.

Dear Liam,

You are the best baby in the world.  You make me laugh and smile all day long.  Now please take a nap that lasts longer than 32 minutes so Mommy can maybe catch up on some sleep today.  K, thanks!

Link up with Ashley and post your Friday's Letters.

Enjoy the long weekend!

The One with the Friday's Letters

I am linking up with Ashley over at The Sweetest Season for Friday's Letters.  Write some letters of your own and head over to Ashley's adorable blog and link up!

Dear April vacation,

I really love you.  Like really really love you.  You are so incredibly needed this year and I just have to make it through the next 4ish hours or so before we are reunited and can enjoy each other.

Dear Baby Boy,

Mommy is getting awfully anxious to meet you.  Especially considering your head/legs/bum/all other extremities seem to kick me in all places all the time.  Don't get me wrong, I'm going to miss every single movement when you are an outside-my-uterus baby, but those love taps are pretty severe jabs lately.

Dear Max,

Your grass eating extravaganza that really interfered with my sleep last night better not leave me a present of grass-laced throw up in your crate when I get home from school today.

Dear Towels,

Please fold yourselves.  Not really in the mood to put you away this afternoon.

Dear Hubs, 

You are the best.  That is all.

Hope everyone is having a fabulous Friday!