dear pratt,
it's hard to remember what your dad and i did before you arrived. last night, dad made dinner while i played with you in your bumbo seat. if allowed, your father would eat noodles or rice with chicken or shrimp every single night of the week. last night, he made a pad thai noodle with shrimp. it was yummy.
when i first met him, he was allergic to rice. it made his ears puffy and red and they would itch like crazy. but the allergy has gone away. who knows where. we started dating in the month of december. the following february, he made me a valentine's dinner. it was chicken and fried rice, grandpa joe's recipe. i thought i was going to have to take him to the emergency room during the dinner. his throat kept closing up on him...but he refused to stop eating. it was romantic. i mean, i knew cpr and everything...so i pretty much had it covered.
you love to watch us make anything. i guess with every new color, every new sound...sight...all of it is a learning experience for you. i was boiling water the other day and you just stared at the steam coming up from the pot. if anyone were with us during the day...or had a secret video camera on us...they would think i was crazy. i pretty much tell you everything we do. like the day you noticed the steam...well, we got into a discussion that day on water and evaporation and condensation.
this got me worried about how i would answer all your boy questions. i mean, i know that as you get bigger, you're going to have sooo many questions about everything. and i'm not sure i am smart enough to answer everything. i wish i had a little mini-vernon that could fit in my pocket. so that if i wasn't sure about something, i could just pull him out and ask. you'll realize one day that uncle vernon knows everything. he was reading about dinosaurs when he was probably three or four years old.
because i'm most worried about the "boy" questions, i kind of ran some things by your dad the other day on the way to pick you up from camden. i asked things like, "are all cows boys?" and "if an animal has horns...does that mean he's a boy...and are those cows or bulls?" and "what's the difference between a cow and bull?". it seemed that with each answer your dad provided...that answer led to another question. i don't know. i don't know much about farm animals. so you'll need to ask your dad about that stuff.
i can answer questions about pop culture. music. literature. food. well, some food. but you can refer most of those questions to cookie. and if it's about fancy cooking, uncle andy knows a lot about that too. things like coq au vin. and other stuff you'll hear on top chef.
you make me want to learn more. read more. soak up more. so that one day, we can have wonderful conversations. some of my most favorite memories of childhood involve listening to my mom or my dad. mom would talk to us as she cooked. and we would watch. my dad knew pretty much everything about everything. he was the world's best jeopardy player. but when the category "culinary arts" popped up, mom would come running in from the kitchen to get everything right.
i hope you love home as much as i love home. only now, that we've had you...do i consider here, home. this is big for me. as there are few things i love more than being at home. the smell of my parents house is something i will never, ever forget. the feel of being there. i hope you like it here. your dad works so hard for you to like it here.
okay, well, i need to get back to cleaning. little anderson is spending the night with us tonight. i can't wait! clara and andy are getting to take a little mini-vacation and spend some time together. and they're leaving anderson here for our first sleepover! woohooo!
this will be the first of many nights that he will sleep over with us! clara said it best when she said this morning in a text message, "so excited to get the boys together, it's better than christmas!"
i know what she means! one day you'll realize the importance of wonderful friends. and i know that anderson will be one of your closest! we love him already soo, soo much!
love you pumpkin.
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About Me
- hannah
- i'm a girl who likes to write. not a girl that's necessarily good at writing. it's cathartic, i think. and boy do i need that from time to time. i married a wonderful man named clint in may of 2007. he is everything i am not. he is calm. he makes plans. he is organized. his truck is always clean. his clothes are hung by types of shirt/color/size/etc. i'm full of nervous energy. i'm spur of the moment. i can't ever find what i'm looking for. we live in my car...pretty much. i'm lucky if my clothes are within ten feet of my closet. God gave us a precious angel of a baby in september of 2008. his name is pratt allen. he is 2.5 years old.we have another little one on the way. his name is max wesley. and he is due may 19th. somehow i'll be the mother of two boys. craaaaa.zy. i spend my days cleaning house. picking worms and caterpillars out of the flower beds. cooking meals. shopping at target. washing clothes. playing on the floor. reading books. doing puzzles. traveling to sonic. and the library. and blogging. i hope you enjoy our blog. feel free to leave a comment. hopefully it's a nice one. i tend to wear my heart on my sleeve.
3 comments:
please have clint inform us on how to make chicken and shrimp fried rice!! i have tried, but it's just not the same as the restaurants :(
also, great idea about the mini-vernon! he does know freakin EVERYTHING...it's kind of annoying!
good bc I love pratt too. and secretly want to take millions of pictures of him :) or just have play dates with the two of them while we eat chips and dip. I mean, what?
ditto on the recipe.
Just keep talking to Pratt. I watched Oprah yesterday and there was a child psychologist stressing the importance of just talking to your child. I taped it in case you didn't get to see it.
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