Dear Dot

I heard you say your first I love you.

Sabrina and you were upto your usual post daycare antics where you both insisted she comes home to ours to play. Both her mom and I thought we should say yes today because it had been a while since she had come over. 

You were both overjoyed at your persistence finally paying off and you chatted all the way back talking about everything you would do once you got home.

When we were back home you both got out of the car and right in front of our red door, your heart bursting with love and excitement you held her hand and said , "I love you, Sabrina". She spoke about wanting apple juice and riding your bike in response. You declared your love once again. She spoke about your bike again. And then you both decided that bikes were probably more exciting things to discuss anyways and ran into the garden.

It made me cry a little bit because I'm all heart and mush. It was the sweetest, bravest proposal I've ever seen.

Dear Dot

Your hands feel so small in mine. Your fingers wriggling in my palm. My fingers wrapped around your whole hand. Such a little hand. So much excitement, sense of adventure and eagerness in the clasp. 

I'm drawing from your enthusiasm to go explore the world on my bad days.

Dear Dot

Dot: I a big boy now. I go to office like daddy.

Me: And mommy.

Dot: Daddy's office is in a building.

Me: Mine too!

Dot: My office be a tall tall building and I work on a small laptop.

Me: When you go to office and make some money, what will you do with the money?

Dot: I give it to daddy.

Me: ????????

Dot: Don't worry. I buy you a present. A necklace.

Me: And for daddy?

Dot: A pink car.

Me: ??????????

Dot: You can sit in the car too. 

This is obviously some devious scheming going on between father and son behind my back! 

Dear Dot

You always have the best view. 

Dear Dot

You have asked to have a birthday party this year because you have quickly realised birthday parties mean cake, which is the one thing you love more than mom and dad, and presents. 

So we have decided to throw you one since dadu dida will also be here then. The theme of the party is , wait for it , not peppa pig. Not george pig. It's george pig's toy dinosaur. In accordance we have ordered a dinosaur cake and I have bought craft supplies and made dinosaur birthday invites. 

Mind you im not the most craftsy person around and this is the first little craft project I've done since school. But I'm very proud of it. So here is a picture of your first birthday party's invites. 

P.S. You love the invites and don't want to give them to any of your friends. You want to keep them all for yourself. Silly Dot! 

Dear Dot

We came home from daycare today and you were watching one of your favourite cartoons - Cailou. 

Cartoon: Cailou is helping his mom sort and put away the laundry.

Dot: I help mummy and daddy with clothes too. I SO CLEVER. Like Cailou.

I'm impressed with your self awareness, confidence and great choice of role models.

Dear Dot

Me: What do you want to be when you grow up?

Dot: A plant.

Me: What colour?

Dot: Pink.

Me: A pink plant?

Dot: Yes, a green plant with pink flowers.