dear pratt.

dear pratt,

tonight you said something that i never want to forget.  it has such a deeper meaning than what you may realize at first glance.

you napped from about 1215 to 330.  when you woke up, i had the oven ready for tator tots.  i knew you'd be hungry as you didn't eat much for lunch.  so after about 18 minutes of waiting so patiently, they were ready.  i had your santa plate all ready with ketchup on it.  as i scooped the tots onto the plate, you ran into the living room and said, "daddy, mommy is such a good cook! she made me tator tots!!"

i've never been more proud of something i "made".  as soon as the words came out of your mouth, daddy validated what you said.  and repeated it.  something like, "yes, she is such a good cook.  we are so lucky to have her."

it occurred to me then that THAT is why you say the things you do.  because you've heard them from him. for all the grief i give him, he is such a wonderful daddy.  so loving to me.  and therefore, so loving to you.

i'm already getting nervous about this new baby.  daddy and i were talking the other night about having you and a new baby, and i told him that i was worried.  because i'm the best at having babies.  i would pray that you became a toddler fast.  because i knew i could handle that.  and so for all the complaining i do about your fits and you ordering me around 24 hours a day, i wouldn't change it for the world.  and i would love for you to stay 2 years, and 3 months forever.

i love you bear.
mommy.