Cars

It was a busy weekend (in fact, I'm not sure where exactly it went). We are so incredibly tired. You were so very helpful. Our new space is everything we knew it would be.

I am sore right down to my fingertips, but I have just enough energy to tell you that once again, I am bursting with pride because of you. I love you with every ounce of my being, my little big boy.

Love,

Your sore Mom

Alien

You sort-of liked this, but because Buzz Lightyear was soooo three years ago, you thought it a tad too babyfied for your discriminating, mature tastes. I guess you've forgotten about how much time we've spent on Disneyland's Astro Blaster ride, but that's cool. I get it. You don't want to be EMBARRASSED in front of your school friends. *sniff*.

Oh and by the way, you will ALWAYS be my baby.

(FYI: it drove me nuts when my mom would say that to me as a kid, too.)