Dear Sullivan

Dear Sullivan,

You are hilarious. Everything you say is funny. It is not so much what you say, but the way you say it: your high-pitched voice, the tone of your voice, and the way you stretch out the last word of every sentence. I need to record you talking so that when you grow up, I can remember the way you sound right now. You do say some funny things like last week when I asked you if you wanted to meet your teacher and you said, “whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa…..I want to go to the beach!”

You also have the best facial expressions, your delivery is perfect and you know how to work a crowd. I think you could probably be a child star if it were not for your parents not wanting to screw you up too much.

You are a little love. You love to snuggle me and your dad and if I get angry because you are misbehaving, the first thing you say is, “I just want to hug you.” And who could be angry after that?

You are very contrary so I have perfected the art of reverse psychology. (“I don’t want broccoli.” “Okay, here have some carrots.” “I want broccoli.”) And you are stubborn! It is either your way or the highway and since I choose my battles with you, it is mostly just your way.

You are also very smart without being obvious about it. This morning you took a plastic golf club and bent it all up and said, “Look, Mom, it’s an A.” I could not have been more proud if you would have picked up a crayon and wrote an A on a piece of paper.

You started preschool this morning. I know your teacher is going to love you because everyone who meets you just adores you. I cannot wait to hear about everything you learn in school. So far, your favorite part is going to the bathroom and washing your hands.


Seeing Chuck E Cheese in person

Seeing Chuck E Cheese in person

Watching Grandma J take out her dentures.

Watching Grandma J take out her dentures.

Just chillin'

Just chillin’

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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