dear pratt.

dear pratt,

this is my favorite age.  an almost 2 year old. 

while there are days when you visit the time out mat or maybe you scream to do things your way, i am learning to appreciate it.  i know it means you're growing up.  and i know it means that i'm doing my best in trying to teach you sooo many things in such a short period of time.

today as i was making our lunch, i thought about how blessed we are.  to have a fridge full of food.  to have a husband working hard so that we can always have more.  to have you, helping me with every little step.  you can pull the turkey and mayo out of the fridge drawer.  how you can bring the bread and cheetos in from the pantry.  you've gotten pretty good at getting the pickles out of the jar. 

you are such a big boy.  such a sweet, big boy.  at unexpected times, i get kisses.  and hugs.  and "stay mom"s.  i love you so much. 

thank you for helping me clean up the kitchen.  i never dreamed that i not only would have a son, but i would also have such a wonderful little friend in you. 

that is...until you're 13.  and then...well, you'll probably just want me to stay out of your business. 

ain't gonna happen pal.

but seriously...i love you.  with all my heart.
mommy.