Sunday, April 24, 2011

dear pratt.

dear pratt,

I just woke up and saw something peculiar.

You went to bed around 715 last night. Pooped from all the activities Saturday...coupled with no nap. Anyway, you came into our room around 6 am this morning. I figured there was no way you'd fall back asleep...but you did. Almost immediately. You got as close to me as one person could and fell right to sleep.

I say all this to say that somehow an Easter egg was placed on your pillow. In OUR bed. I can't wait for you to open it to see whats inside. What could it be!?

My bet is on candy. Maybe jellybeans. Or even better...maybe coins. So we can buy something fun at target.

I hope you wake soon! The anticipation is killing me!

I love you,
Mommy.




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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.