Dear Charley,
I understand that whining and pouting are part of a phase, and totally age appropriate. But can you make this phase pass quickly? I know that girls tend to be a little bit on the dramatic side, but pouting and crying because I told you that you couldn't put a wet towel on my throw pillow is really unnecessary. I also will not search the house for a bead that fell off of your necklace a week ago, that you NEED to have for school, and you ask me to find for you 3 minutes after we were supposed to leave. It doesn't matter how much you whine. You will just have to go to school without your bead. I will continue to ignore the crying over nonsense, because you DO eventually get over it and return to my happy, hilarious little girl. Again...let's make this phase pass quickly!
Love,
Mom
Dear Charley,
I know I let it slip that you make me feel like an idiot when we play Memory. It's true. You are incredible at Memory, and I'm not sure I will ever beat you. However, I only said the word idiot one time. You may not laugh and call me an idiot every time you get a match. And please do not say that to your friends at school. I'd hate to know what the teachers would think of me, if you started calling your friends idiots! We will group that word in with your bathroom words. You can only say it in the bathroom.
Love,
Mom
Dear Charley,
I think it's adorable that you refer to Oscar as your brother. But when you're telling people the story about the time he ran away (across the street), could you please clarify that Oscar is your dog-brother? When you tell your teachers that your brother ran away, and he doesn't live with you anymore, but you get to see him soon...well...they start to wonder. It's probably equivalent to the time that I had an argument with your Auntie Allie just before preschool, and I told my teachers I wished things were better at home. I will give you credit, though. Although you left out the fact that Oscar is a dog, you actually told his story quite well. I'm impressed.
Love,
Mom
Dear Charley,
I love the fact that you want to tell me everything that happened throughout your school day. I find it especially amusing that the first thing you do is tell me who hit whom, who threw a tantrum, who cried for mom at nap time, and who had accident reports sent home. The fact that you remember every event that occurred during the day is hilarious. You're just like me, in that sense. I also think it's adorable when you get out your notepad, and tell me you're writing an accident report. You are the most creative, imaginative girl I know.
Love,
Mom
Dear Charley,
Charlie Brown's Christmas clearly made an impact on you. In the last few weeks, I think I've heard you say, "Oh, good grief," and, "Oh, for goodness sakes," at least 20 times. While most of your friends will probably never use these terms in their lives, I think it's wonderful that you do. It's like you're a little girl growing up in the 50s. It's adorable. You can say those things as often as you want.
Love,
Mom
I think it's adorable that you refer to Oscar as your brother. But when you're telling people the story about the time he ran away (across the street), could you please clarify that Oscar is your dog-brother? When you tell your teachers that your brother ran away, and he doesn't live with you anymore, but you get to see him soon...well...they start to wonder. It's probably equivalent to the time that I had an argument with your Auntie Allie just before preschool, and I told my teachers I wished things were better at home. I will give you credit, though. Although you left out the fact that Oscar is a dog, you actually told his story quite well. I'm impressed.
Love,
Mom
Dear Charley,
I love the fact that you want to tell me everything that happened throughout your school day. I find it especially amusing that the first thing you do is tell me who hit whom, who threw a tantrum, who cried for mom at nap time, and who had accident reports sent home. The fact that you remember every event that occurred during the day is hilarious. You're just like me, in that sense. I also think it's adorable when you get out your notepad, and tell me you're writing an accident report. You are the most creative, imaginative girl I know.
Love,
Mom
Dear Charley,
Charlie Brown's Christmas clearly made an impact on you. In the last few weeks, I think I've heard you say, "Oh, good grief," and, "Oh, for goodness sakes," at least 20 times. While most of your friends will probably never use these terms in their lives, I think it's wonderful that you do. It's like you're a little girl growing up in the 50s. It's adorable. You can say those things as often as you want.
Love,
Mom
Dear Charley,
When you take out your toys, it is your responsibility to put them away. Yes, I will help you clean up. However, when you hold one toy in your hand, while I load your toys into their bins, I am not helping you... I am doing your job for you. You can cry and whine as much as you'd like, but I will not clean up your mess without your help. On a different note, when you DO participate and put your toys away without complaining, I am more than happy to help you. I might even sing the clean-up song with you, if you're lucky. And when we're all finished, I promise not to get mad (at least on the outside) when you walk into another room and immediately make another mess.
Love,
Mom
Dear Charley,
I love the fact that you have no shame, posing for the camera. Due to a recently revealed picture, I'm certain that your Auntie Kelsey taught you to make your kissy-face for the camera. You're definitely a free-spirit and your sense of humor amazes me. You're charming, silly, and always full of personality. In this sense...never change.
Love,
Mom
When you take out your toys, it is your responsibility to put them away. Yes, I will help you clean up. However, when you hold one toy in your hand, while I load your toys into their bins, I am not helping you... I am doing your job for you. You can cry and whine as much as you'd like, but I will not clean up your mess without your help. On a different note, when you DO participate and put your toys away without complaining, I am more than happy to help you. I might even sing the clean-up song with you, if you're lucky. And when we're all finished, I promise not to get mad (at least on the outside) when you walk into another room and immediately make another mess.
Love,
Mom
Dear Charley,
I love the fact that you have no shame, posing for the camera. Due to a recently revealed picture, I'm certain that your Auntie Kelsey taught you to make your kissy-face for the camera. You're definitely a free-spirit and your sense of humor amazes me. You're charming, silly, and always full of personality. In this sense...never change.
Love,
Mom
Dear Charley,
I know that the day I took you to Children's Place and let you pay for your accessories (one of your favorite words) with your gift card was a very exciting experience for you. The look on your face was priceless. It was also frightening. Mostly because you were WAY too comfortable swiping that 'credit card.' It makes me nervous for your teenage years. Although you won't have your own credit card, so I guess I'm safe for awhile. Anyway, I loved watching you pay for your necklace and bracelets. You're growing up too quickly, but I love the spunky little girl you are.
Love,
Mom
Love,
Mom
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