dear pratt,
it's almost 8 pm. you're just now getting a bath. dad and i had sonic for dinner...that's why we're behind on our schedule. it was in hopes of getting the razorback cup...only they were out. boo.
anyway, dad is giving you a bath and i want you to always remember the songs he sings as he bathes you...let's see.
one goes like this, "bathtub, bathtub...what do i do? i like to sit and play inside you!"
and then there is the chant, "clean my booty...clean, clean my booty!"
i cannot wait for you to really know him. you will laugh at him all.the.time.
and he will embarrass you more times than you'll ever be able to count. like the time he wore his jeans tucked into his cowboy boots in memphis just to prove a point to me. oh man.
we love you.
your daddy loves you so much he makes up little songs for you. what a lucky boy you are.
love, mommy.
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.
1 comment:
That's really similar to the song I used to sing Madeline...wash your booty, wash, wash, your booty booty. And- same song but insert feet instead of booty- was another hit. Love it.
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