Dearest Daxon,
To answer your question, I go to work when I leave. When Mumma goes to work, Mumma makes money, when Mumma makes money, Daxon gets really cool stuff like diapers, food and milk! Neat huh?! Well, mostly you get more toys, clothes and Mumma gets to pamper herself too. But all that stuff is just boring.
I am very proud of you and your Dada. You have been doing fabulous with the changes. I knew that would would handle the changes very well. Your punishments are par for the course. Not at all a threat, and not at all unmanageable. Sorry, I know you desired an opposite reaction, but as always, checkmate.
I am a very lucky Mumma to have a son who is so happy and who fairly easily adapts to changes. I am also a lucky Mumma to have a Dada who is so good at balancing his work/home schedule and takes great pride in his role as "DadMa".
Now, about the poo. Please try to keep the poo IN the diaper for your Dada.
Love and Kisses,
Mumma
DadMa sounds like something that would come out of a volcano. The poo stays in the diaper, it's the squiggly baby 'Happy McKickfeet' or 'Squirmy VonTwist' that makes it almost a very gross I Love Lucy outtake.
We love you Super Mama.
Happy Birthday from your loving husband.
Love,
Smexibus
Posted by: Husband | April 26, 2005 at 01:06 AM
Hey! Happy Birfday Laura, I had no idea of course. I'm just following your loving husband's lead.
Hoping to come to Toronto in early May, maybe I'll see you then?
Posted by: Lala | April 26, 2005 at 03:05 PM