More letters from Holden to Mommy.

Dear Mommy,

I have reluctantly climbed out of your lap.  By "reluctantly climbed out of your lap", I mean, you pried me out and strapped me into my carseat.
I'm going to exact my revenge by screaming "I need your hand" over and over again until we stop and get out of the car.

So, have fun in all that traffic, and stuff.

Love,

Holdeezy Lee

Letter from Holdeezy to Mommy.

Dear Mommy,

I am never, ever, ever climbing out of your lap.  Ever.

So, good luck with life, and all that other stuff.

Love,
Holdeezy Lee

Homebody?

I've never been a big homebody.  The yen to adventure, see things, meet people, and do things has always pulled at me.  It drove my mother crazy, growing up.  "Why can't you just sit still?" 

I never could.

Most of the time, I still can't.  Exception: lately, I need a 30 minute nap after the gym.  

However, after a weekend of doing things and seeing people, I wanted nothing more than to just sit still at home.

This was my Sunday night.  I tucked into the series, "Parenthood", brewed some tea (Ok, I'll give credit where credit is due - Hubband brewed tea for me.) Climbed under my couch blankie, and worked on some of my Christmas crocheting.

Aaaahhhh... That's the sound of relaxation.

The curve of his cheek.

That curve of his cheek.  The curve that will disappear as he grows.  

The rumpled hair that he'll eventually learn to comb. 

The slightly pouty lips, that when awake make me crazy and stupid happy - often at the same moment.  

I never get tired of seeing my babies sleep.