These boots are made for Cheeks

A little over six months ago, I bought these boots for Cheeks at Nordstrom Rack while we were in Portland at my sister's house. She had been asking for a pair of cowboy books boots (Thanks, Holly), which I was hesitant in buying. I thought these boots were a good compromise. She loved them. She still loves them. In fact, I think she would sleep with them on if she could. It doesn't matter what she's wearing, unless it's P.E. day, the boots are on. She wears them with skirts, dresses, shorts. You name it. If I didn't know her so well, I would think that she's trying to set a new fashion trend for 7 year olds.



This was from this morning.



In the summer, she'll start wearing flip-flops. What am I going to do in the fall? She'll probably have grown out of them by then. Knowing her, she'll want to cut a hole in the front so they'll still fit.

Cheeks' Mother's Day letter

Last Friday, Cheeks's teacher did the coolest Mother's Day thing evah. Each kid had to write their mom a letter. We all came in and everyone read their letter out loud. Then we had a nice picnic lunch in the windy/cold conditions. Cheeks's letter had me tearing up and laughing at the same time.

Dear Mommy,

I love you because you know that I like spaghetti without tomatoes. I liked it when me and you went to Old Chicago and we played tic, tac, toe. You won and I lost. When I am sad you help me calm down. You help me take my medicine. I like you because you let me and Will walk home. I love you because you snuggle with me when I am sad. You let me watch Charmed in your bed and you let me watch Tom and Jerry downstairs. You color with me and let me have cereal for dinner. You tickle me and I laugh. I love you because you let me go to Bella's house sometimes and you let me play on your computer. I love you because you are coming to my school for Mother's Day.

Happy Mother's Day.
May 2009
Love, Cheeks

Is that the freaking sweetest thing ever? ::sigh:: I was a little mortified at the "you let me have cereal for dinner" part. This was right after our next door neighbor read his mom a letter that started with "I love you because you cook me dinner every single night.". LOL

I found these pictures while doing some of our spring cleaning. This is one of my favorite ones of W. I think he was about a year old. He crawled in there and fell right to sleep.



And here's our princess. She hasn't changed a bit.

Soccer fun

Jack is at soccer practice with W. I called him b/c he was going to the store and I forgot to tell him something else I needed. The following conversation ensued:

Jack: I swear, our son is the laziest kid out there...like out of all the kids out there. (meaning not just on his team, but out of about 10 teams).

Me: And this surprises you how?

It's true. If W had a motto, it would be "Why run if you can walk?"

My son, the public speaker

We got the link to the wedding photos last night. This is a screenshot of the actual picture (Dear Photographer, we will pay for prints). That is not me behind W. It's Jack's aunt. I cut off her head.

So, as per tradition, the best man made the speech then offered up the microphone to anyone that wanted to say anything to the bride and groom. I'm pretty sure that W was the first one that offered. As much as I'd like to take credit for it, Jack and I did not prompt him to do this, nor did he have anything written. This is pure W.

"I just want to say congratulations to Christine and Frank on their wedding day. And Christine, you look very beautiful today."

After that last part, my MIL started crying. Jack and I were bug eyed with our mouths hanging open. I was torn between laughing and crying. He never calls Jack's mom "Christine". She's Nana. But it was just so W.

I never really understood the expression "bursting with pride", but that's how I felt after he handed the microphone over.

At least we're doing it right w/ one kid.