piggy bank

Dear Della,

You have a ceramic piggy bank that Grammy gave you before you were born. It came complete with some change in it. All silver, no pennies. We have had to put away for awhile as it is breakable but mostly because we didn't want Dada to pilfer your college money on gear!

You have begun playing with it only on the coffee table while I am with you along with your plastic piggy bank that sings memorable songs like, "I am a piggy bank, I have a piggy snout, you can put the coins right in and then you take them out." I typed that from memory.

The other day you brought the bank out to show me. Here is the dialog:

Della: Aunt K?
Mama: Did Aunt K give that to you?
Della: Yeah!
Mama: No, Grammy did.
Della: Aunt K?
Mama: Does it look like Aunt K?
Della: No.

Your Dada and I were disappointed that we couldn't use these phrases against your dear Aunt K. We will keep working on it!

I love you,

Mama

melting my heart

Dear Della,

You have had a pure word EXPLOSION this past few days. You have started repeating everything we say including the dreaded f-word! Good thing you weren't successful on pronouncing it correctly but you can repeat, "Oh shut", over and over again.

This morning you were sitting at the coffee table eating your breakfast while I was getting ready for work. You said something to me that I couldn't quite understand. I had to have you repeat it a few times while I walked over to you. You said, "I miss you Mama" in your sweet little voice. I just can't resist that. I told you that we get to spend all day together tomorrow. And you said, "HHHOOOOMMMMEEE!".

It makes me so happy that you enjoy spending time together as much as I do. Happy Mama?, you might say. Indeed I am little beepers.

I love you,

Mama