Letters of Intent: What a Week!

Dearest Adventurer,

I am well aware of the fact that you are two going on 18 in your eyes.  And that you think you can do anything your sisters can do. 

But, really, I don't think your sisters would have tried that stunt.  You see, biggest sissy has an almost unhealthy fear of attempting new physical feats.  Middle sissy has no fear, but already possesses great knowledge of her body's limits, so she knew that she should not do it. 

You, on the other hand, fearless one, possess neither.  Please do not attempt to launch yourself out of the back of a truck again.  Yes, I know it was parked.  Yes, I know you were fine.  But, seriously, Daddy and I do not appreciate chasing you around with a flashlight for days, checking for concussions. 

Love,

A Mama Who Can See The ER Bills Already

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Grandma & Grandpa,

Thanks so much for the new sunglasses and tshirts you bought us on our adventure.  We love looking as cool as our Aunt Celine!

Love,

The Glamour Girls

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Dear Bloggy Friends,

I am a horrible person.  I promised to take photos of our Bastille Day party.  I even had the camera around my wrist most of the evening.  But, sadly, between making sure my children ate something besides cream puffs, trying to maintain multiple conversations in French (in which I am sadly rusty), English, and Frenglish, and guzzling many bottles of water in a futile attempt to stay cool, the only photo I snapped was this one.

Yes, we let the children play in the delivery van.  Yes, they were COMPLETELY filthy by the end of the evening.  But they were happy.  And I could try to concentrate on maintaining an adult conversation.

Apologetically,

The Bad Mommy Blogger

P.S. An upside to the evening - we discovered Violet LOVES escargot.  Yes, those are snails.  And she ate at least a dozen.  Needless to say, the grandpas & Daddy were very proud.

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To The Tooth:

I win!  I win!  I told you that your demise was imminent!  But you didn't believe me.  Somehow, you even managed to stick around through the weekend at Grandpa's.  But you underestimated your opponent. And I have emerged triumphant!

Although now I am left wondering if I gave birth to a child or a pumpkin 6 1/2 years ago.

Sincerely,

Mom Always Wins!!!!

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