Hello Handsome Tegegne. How are you? Whether you are now 14 or 42, I’m writing to you at the current age of 6. Can you remember being six? Let me help you. You’ve been in kindergarten now for 4 months, and you love it. You can understand your teacher’s French, and teach me many French words and phrases. Your Christmas program was so cute. You were biting your cheeks so you wouldn’t smile, because Daddy (on the front row) was making goofy faces each time you looked at us. (You were also focusing on getting every word and action right!) I never imagined you being self conscience, but you are. You won’t “show off” for people like you used too. Ya know, most parents like to show their friends what their kids can do…like a dog with tricks. Well, you’re over show-and-tell. You DO NOT like to be embarrassed.
School is so much for you mentally and socially. I cannot wait to be able to come home to our new house and let you de-brief in your new room. You have no idea but there will be cool bunk beds (shhh!), low tables and a bin just for Legos. Neat carpet, curtains, huge windows, and cage lights that look like you’re on a boat. I love you so much, even when you are frustrated at me and even when you wear me out! At the end of the day, I just love ya. So so much. Ya got that? Now get down and gimme 20. (jk) (It just dawned on me that I need a special nickname for you. One that you’ll have to tell your girlfriend, “Sorry my mom is a little crazy, but she says she gave me that nickname and she is the only one that can call me that. And she says you’re not allowed to kiss me!”)
Fieldsy, I’ll talk to you next. Just because. Hi. I think you’re cute. You are 15 months old and I’m bribing you with sweet tarts to walk. You love wrestling and tumbling around. Your growl is intimidating, but mostly adorable. Daddy is your favorite, unless I’m around. ; ) You (and Hensley) shopped with me for an hour today. Thank you for being so laid back! It is fun to watch you get in on the action with Hensley and Tegegne. I’m also glad to see you stick up for yourself when Hensley is a stink bug to you. Hensley has her baby (doll) and she says you’re my baby (doll). You are my best snuggler. (More recently I’m realizing that sometimes I’ve gotta stop my day and sit down with you three and be available for snuggling!)
Hensley Benz (I just realized this, but we call you “Hensley Benz” as a nickname…not foreseeing that you’ll marry one of the Benz boys…but what if?!) You are my pal. I seriously have such a great time with you. I not-so-secretly hope you someday tell people, “My mom is my best friend…” You can have a BFF your age, and I’ll have one my age, but secretly, or not so, can we each be each others BFF&E? The boys can share Daddy. You steal my jewelry all the time and wear my shoes around the house, so I think we’re on right track towards BFF&E. We bake together ( you cracked an egg perfectly the other day without me knowing!), brush each others hair, dance for long periods of time, eat and eat, we laugh and cry (for different reasons and at different times but it counts). You’re so cool.
P.S. While sitting on Santa’s lap you asked for…Tegegne – a white ninja, green lantern (costumes), and a nurf gun. Hensley – a dolly with hair. Fields – world peace…or a bed not in a closet…or snuggling with mommy?